Brooklyn

I left all my dreams in a Brooklyn Heights clearing
Between the brownstones and lamp post lights
One rainy evening I'll go back and get them
Shake them out and hang them up to dry

We drove to Manhattan, we almost found Harlem
Rolling and tumbling in Central Park
We got to Flatbush by rambling over
Five and twenty New York City blocks

Finding my way back to New York
It's a feeling in my bones
Finding my way back to New York
Nothing quite like being home

Finding my way back to New York
It's a feeling in my bones
Finding my way back to New York
Nothing quite like being home

Nothing quite like being home
Nothing quite like being home
Nothing quite like home
Nothing quite like home
Nothing quite like home
Nothing quite like home



Credits
Writer(s): Nolan Lindenburg
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