Brooklyn

Packed a bookbag
Socks and sneakers, and dress shoes just in case
Sky bound for my home town
To the north shore on a Sunday
Gave a kiss to my lady friend
She's a sweet talk and a sweet taste
Gave thanks for my family
Thanks to my friends, I'm getting [bad word] 
This Long Island, it's a desolate place
far cry from my first love, Michigan
My sweet talk and my sweet taste
long way from the long lost dreams
Left broken on a California freeway
This Brooklyn
Oh, Brooklyn...

You make Detroit feel so far away
And I've only
Known you a day
(I haven't even known you a day)
True like New York, but you lie like L.A.
And I've only
Known you a day
(I haven't even know you a day)

Hopped a subway
Straight from Bleecker to the Park Slope real estate
Looked around for a sit-down brunch
With all-you-can-eat poundcake
Found a few, maybe six or seven
Free coffee and free champagne
I hadn't seen such a free time living
Since my sixteenth birthday

This Long Island, it's a desolate place
far cry from my first love, Michigan
My sweet talk and my sweet taste
long way from the long lost dreams
Left broken on a California freeway
This Brooklyn
Oh, Brooklyn...

You make Detroit feel so far away
And I've only
Known you a day
(I haven't even known you a day)
True like New York, but you lie like L.A.
And I've only
Known you a day
(I haven't even know you a day)