In the Fall you read
All your professor's favorite novels
And it became a problem
You and your pseudo-intellectual friends
In the bar you said
Everything you love will come to hate you
And thing you hate will come to kill you
Well baby brooklyn isn't just some pretty word
Who you taking home?
Who you taking home?
Who you taking home if it's not me
So let's go back to my old street
Where your face can glow by my color TV
I got a ford out in front
It don't run but wouldn't it be fun if it did
In the car you said
Everything you fear will come to own you
Everything you own will come to leave you
Well Lulamay it ain't just some pretty name
Drinking all alone
Drinking all alone
Drinking all alone and not with me
So let's go back to my old street
Where your face can glow by my color TV
I got a ford out in front
It don't run but wouldn't it be fun if it did
And the light, was dim but I could see
All the fog hanging over you and me
As your fingers play chopsticks on the keys
Yeah the light was dim but I could see
So let's go back to my old street
Where your face can glow by my color TV
I got a ford out in front
It don't run but wouldn't it be fun if it did