Central Park
Mr. Hudson
First few horns and the squeak of brakes
Knock on the door and the city wakes
But you, you're still sleeping
And you, you're in love
Painting a pretty picture
How I wish, more of this were drew
But you, you're in London
And you, you're still in love
Fuck this, I'm a go out walking
Rent a bike and make a few laps in Central Park in the dark
Love is just a memory
Love along the shadow in my heart, in my heart
This is where you'll stay, while I'm at the Hudson
I'd like to see my name above the door
It 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