Verse:
underneath the skin of New York,
we owned the night,
love and drugs,
those Willytowne lights.
Brooklyn beat the shit outta me,
ten summers in a row,
where I worked my ass off,
but and she will never know.
and it's weird to think
about where time goes,
where is Vernon,
nobody knows.
Chorus:
I'm on the good side of living
but the bad side of coming back,
will I be Dylan Thomas
or have a heart attack.
We all dance
in funny sunsets,
We must remember to
enjoy the regrets.
Verse:
roll me a cigarette
for old time's sake.
we'll go see an indie band
on a roof in Bushwick.
so many doors ago,
maybe we took a wrong turn,
maybe we took a right burn,
not dead yet, no sir.
Chorus:
I am on the good side of living,
but the bad side of coming back,
except the peacock,
all her tattoos were black.
We all dance
in funny sunsets,
We must remember to
enjoy the regrets.
Verse:
Not every day
is your last,
but it turns into the past
real fast.
And I don't
know what to do,
but sing these songs
and hope you hear them, too.
*the song ends with the train audio and 'Next Stop Bedford Ave'