Brooklyn

City tilts her crooked face
Press her lips against my ear
Whisper secrets that I’d longed to hear for so long
Waking hazel eyes observe
Aging storefronts, undisturbed
I see God in all the tiniest crevices
of man-made subway tracks

I want a place to go when it’s dark and cold
I want someone to hold, even when I’m old
and I want to settle down
settle down with you

You’ve got such a pretty face
Even on your ugly days
I hope that it rains for weeks on end
With one umbrella between
Between, between the two of us

I want a place to live when it’s dark and cold
I want a love to give, even when I’m old
and I want to settle down
settle down with you

City tilts her crooked face
City tilts her crooked face
I see God in all the tiniest crevices of Man.