Brooklyn is saying goodbye over the for Parker
If I ever strike it rich I'll get back again
If things were different I'd still spot the skyline every evening
If things were different I would never work again
Brooklyn's saying goodbye behind us now like always
Except this time we're not saying hello again
And the sunset on Delancey leaves me crying
And feeling I will never see it again
I think I've let the island of hope and dreams down
I think I've given it a chance less than I should've
But something tells me I'd be better off on the airport
Something tells me that it's not up for any good
Dear mr taxi driver won't you please turn around
Dear mr taxi driver won't you please slow down
Please mr taxi driver don't drive me out of this town
Dear mr taxi driver won't you please turn around