Central Park

First few horns and the squeak of brakes

Knock on the door and the city wakesBut you, you're still sleeping

And you, you're in lovePainting a pretty picture

How I wish, more of this were drewBut you, you're in London

And you, you're still in loveFuck this, I'ma go out walking

Rent a bike and make a few laps

In Central Park in the darkLove is just a memory

Love along the shadow

In my heart, in my heartThis is where you'll stay

While I'm at the Hudson

I'd like to see my name above the doorIt says we, we're still in Brooklyn

And we, we're never in

But you're always welcome

If you run out of dough you know