Back to Brooklyn

The screaming of the kettle sure sounds like the brakes on the subway

And the harder I try to get her off my mind the closer she stays

Watching snow covered pines as they slow down the time

All the minutes can feel like they're days

And the city at dusk, like the memory of us is a fire that's starting to fade

Sometimes I wonder

Will I ever go back to Brooklyn?

Will I ever get to say goodbye?

I know I could but I probably shouldn't

She told me I should give it time

To let it all blow over

But, would it matter anyway?

If I ever go back to Brooklyn

It won't ever be the same

It won't ever be the same

The light under the crawl space buzzing like the sounds of broadway

Finding black and white photos of us looking like we took them just yesterday

In the cracks of the boards, see the sun coming forth with a promise that we'll be okay

And it's hard to believe waking up from a dream to a future that's drifting away

Sometimes I wonder

Will I ever go back to Brooklyn?

Will I ever get to say goodbye?

I know I could but I probably shouldn't

She told me I should give it time

To let it all blow over

But, would it matter anyway?

If I ever go back to Brooklyn

It won't ever be the same

So many bridges on this map

But no road that leads to what we had

So, tell me how

Will I ever go back to Brooklyn?

Will I ever get to say goodbye?

Goodbye

She told me I should give it time

To let it all blow over

But, would it matter anyway?

If I ever go back to Brooklyn

Oh, it won't ever be the same

It won't ever be the same