Brooklyn - Ron Pope

Oh, Brooklyn, I wanna come home

Oh, Brooklyn, I’m tired of the road

No love, no lust, all ashes to dust

Though we burn deep down, we bottle it up

Time to leave

And it’s cold out front, the sun’s coming up

And we’re counting down, heat’s on in the truck

And what’s one more day?

This distance remains hard for me

Oh, Brooklyn, I wanna come home

Oh, Brooklyn, I’m tired of the road

Morn' come, my heart, I can’t stop the spinnin'

The wind, it sings, the words pull me in

But slow down, take care, it’s darker out there than it seems

Oh, Brooklyn, I wanna come home

Oh, Brooklyn, I’m tired of the road

And the parts of me that call for you

At this moment, they are screaming out loud

Oh, Brooklyn, where are you now?

Wholly hold me, know what you don’t see

Might mean more than the lies that you told me

Aye, wholly hold me, know what you don’t see

It might mean more to me

Oh, Brooklyn, I wanna come home

Oh, Brooklyn, I’m tired of the road

Oh, Brooklyn, I wanna come home

Oh, Brooklyn, I’m tired of the road

And the parts of me that call for you

At this moment, they’re screaming out loud

Oh, Brooklyn, where are you now?

Oh, Brooklyn, where are you now?