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