The last car on the line

I guess you're back doing time

The ghost of Christmas past

Left Walt Whitman in the trash

You started out with nothing but lonely days

Used to like the sad songs of doom and gloom

Started out with nothing but throwaways

Couldn't live with me, so you moved to Brooklyn

Artificial desserts

Some have cars, some have kids

Hit the Pathmark after work

Some never been past the bridge

Started out with nothing but lonely days

Used to like the sad songs of doom and gloom

Started out with nothing but throwaways

Couldn't live with me, so you moved to Brooklyn, Brooklyn

Oh-oh, oh-oh

I sometimes lie awake until sunrise

Wondering how we become what we despise

Oh-oh (mm, mm, mm)

No more couches to surf

Only beaches in your dreams

No more trannies near work

It's still a drag walking in Queens

It's all blood money in the bank

Somehow some people find the nerve

Like the soldiers they thank down in DC

If I could only find the words

You started out with nothing but lonely days

Used to like the sad songs of doom and gloom

Started out with nothing but throwaways

Couldn't live with me, so you moved to Brooklyn, Brooklyn

Brooklyn