Brooklyn

Brooklyn’s that one bridge between two lands

Dressed in lace, lending a clear hand

Between both riverbanks she stands tall

Moves with grace to rise lest she falls

To love is to be really free

And right now it’s all she needs to see

Brooklyn is that face always aglow

That Golden Gate but with a clean slate

Although my heart may be cable-stayed for just a while

Or on suspension, fixed crossing tension

I’ll always be there to hold you

Brooklyn, I’m right here

Brooklyn is that much dreamed-of haven

Poets have described it daily

Fresh with experience, always newborn

Like a fawn facing raging storms

She’s always just around the bend

Love’s long-awaited signal’s been sent

Brooklyn’s learning she’s all that and more

She knows the drill, she knows what’s the score

I’m watching from a safe distance on my daily stroll

She’s playing the part, she’s making me whole

I’ll always be there, I got you

Brooklyn, I’m right here

She’s making me whole

I’ll always be there, I got you

Brooklyn, I’m right here