Drop the coin in the turnstile's moving On the subway we're travelling smoothly, downtown train When all your dreams are graffiti written And the summer's a secret hidden by the rain We don't really belong out here The city's so far away Let your mind go and play Down on the beach they pretend like they're on a holiday The faded veneer of a Coney Island Getaway You say your options are getting smaller The city's putting a stop to all the plans we made We choose to live in this urban wasteland So we can't be surprised when it begins to fade A holiday is a state of mind You just change it to go You wear your shades for show Down on the beach they pretend like they're on a holiday The faded veneer of a Coney Island Getaway We don't need the sun Let our parents keep the Bahama Bay The end of the line is a Coney Island Getaway ♪ Down on the beach they pretend like they're on a holiday The faded veneer of a Coney Island Getaway We don't need the sun Let our parents keep the Bahama Bay The end of the line is a Coney Island Getaway (Getaway) (Ooh) (Down in Coney Island) (Down in Coney Island)