Brooklyn

Cause time moves slow here Broken record skips a bit The latent motion low teir Too humid for this type of movement Im only human But she looks at me Just like she looking through him, must be lucid On this vacant alleyway in brooklyn Quiet, hear the water drop Cat scampers purrs and hits the puddle with a bellyflop Man with the saxophone, shrills into the moonlight Hat stays empty by his feet, hoping for food tonight The lights on the awning of jazz club on 5th street The bouncer throws the rabblerousing drunk Onto the concrete Rich man peers at the bridge from his office Lights illuminate the small body jumping off it Corner store is open 24 We'll grab a coffee Sit And conversate About the wicked city, always working late Another normal saturday A dirty vodka lemonade I stumble to the turnstile L train running late Rowdy group of tourists take a picture by the city map Hoping that this moment sits forever in this photograph Camera stolen by a hooded man, they go report it But this city is enormous And their problems more important So I drop her off at flatbush Hands in pockets, I walk away Spend some solemn moments as I hail a cab and contemplate, What a world What a time What a day Nothing left do But watch the cityscape Three more days in Brooklyn Waiting for the sunshine through the buildings All those dreams you plan on killin' Trynna make a living Running on a feeling, only Three more days in Brooklyn Trynna catch the sunshine through the buildings All those dreams you plan on killin' Trynna make a living Running on a feeling, only