Lyrics In Brooklyn - Jess Morgan

Somebody's not sleeping
Up in the big house creaking.
Here come the shuffle of the feet in
Through the open door.
You can get about your dreaming
Think about the places that we've been in
And pick a book up from the library
With your eyes closed -
Hide in the corners at the Museum
Any time that you want.

All roads would end at the park
Braving the snow in a sleigh
'Till the day grew dark.
Think about back when
We were living in Brooklyn.

Pay a visit to the diner
When it was a little grey a little while there
When we didn't need the F-train or anyone
We'd take our blessings and we decorate
Up the second floor.

Keeping all the little patches
For hours and tears
That were spilled on the Brooklyn Quilt
Packing the apartment
Up into boxes
Calling it 'way back when'
We were living in Brooklyn.

We were handing out blankets
And so many things we took for granted
We felt like speckles on the brownstones
Of the avenue
Sometimes you get a lot more
That you can hold onto.

From the slope to the green hills
You show me your teeth from the paint peeling carousel.
Bringing our children
Home in a New York taxi -
Telling your story
Now you can tell it back to me
Beginning with Brooklyn.

When we were living in Brooklyn.

We were living in Brooklyn.