Long time cutting my teeth
Beneath ghost-town crowds in the bowels of Shitty City
Took a long time letting it bleed
I sang a song for the numb
Till the cynic proved himself to be me
I started out on burgundy, I- I- I- I- I
I started out on burgundy, I- I- I- I-
I'm goin' back
I'm goin' back
Back to Brooklyn
I'm goin' back
Back to Brooklyn
Long time chasing the dream
I made a few shrewd moves, ended up inside the pages of
Vogue Italia magazine
I turned 22 in Paris, in the sun, a million miles from the scene
I started out on burgundy, I- I- I- I- I
I started out on burgundy, I- I- I- I-
I'm goin' back
I'm goin' back
Back to Brooklyn
I'm goin' back
Back to Brooklyn
Take a little break from the rat race, maybe you need
To get clean on the beach
You've come a long way from Melrose Street