Brooklyn Park

Mister pine tree in my front yard Grew too tall and couldn't stay Maybe I've outgrown my childhood home And like the pine, I'll fall someday If only I could find a way to start somewhere new I'd shake off each excuse If only I could wander in the dark, I'd leave my roots Back in Brooklyn Park On the corner lives an old woman In a house dressed in weeds Her eyes peek out behind the blinds And like me, she's scared to leave If only I could find a way to start somewhere new I'd shake off each excuse If only I could wander in the dark, I'd leave my roots Back in Brooklyn Park All these bricks I've known have aged with time The faded porch with that old wind chime I'll lock that purple door with boxes at my side And I'll say goodbye If only I could find a way to start somewhere new I'd shake off each excuse If only I could wander in the dark, I'd leave my roots Back in Brooklyn Park