Текст песни Goodbye, Brooklyn - Billy the Kid

2am on the boulevard
Maybe you could catch a cab if you didn't try so hard
End up walking
It starts to rain
I am never coming back to Brooklyn
Again

You make it up the stairs
Without your keys
But not without the management giving you the third degree
The phone is ringing before you get inside
I might never make it out of Brooklyn alive

Sounded like a gunshot from behind the wall
Grab a single suitcase and you're back down the hall
Thinking Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Where did we go wrong

The driver doesn't ask you where you wanna go
With everybody watching he's on a need to know
Heading for the airport
With the only things you own
Thinking Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
I should have known

Sounded like a gunshot from the car behind
Forget about the suitcase and the other guy
Woah Brooklyn
Yeah Brooklyn
Woah Brooklyn
Goodbye