This Is the Place

This is the place This is the preschool where we used to go These are the streets These are the dollar-vans and delis that I used to know This is the church Where everyone knew me by name This is the place Where nothing changes and where nothing is ever the same Wanna take a detour? What about the cake? We've got time This is the street (What street?) This is the block where you can pick up whatever you need Ten-dollar shoes, fake nails, a broken record-player Cuban quesadillas and weed I used to ride my bike around this neighbourhood I never thought I'd run out of space And the cats in the bodegas The kids on every corner playing pickup And graffiti on the subway baby ...This is the place WAIT! I know this place! This is the street from the beginning of Ghostbusters 2 (I dunno, maybe?) This is the scene we see Sigourney Weaver Step in psychomagnotherical goo! Are you serious?! Right over there that's Brooklyn Public Library My grandma used to take us to read And the sounds along the avenue (the lights in every window) If you're looking for the beating heart of Brooklyn baby ...This is the place And you actually lived here? For twenty years And this still counts as real New York? This is Brooklyn, man, this is the only part that's real! This is the place Where you can come and watch the city on Saturday nights This is the place That pizzeria makes the greatest white slice in South Crown Heights Hundreds of cabs fly by into Manhattan Hundreds of trains roll down to Coney Island Thousands of planes fly out and never know Whatever happiness they're trying to chase This is the place This is the street