Brooklyn

Nothing matters like it used to No one’s waiting by the door There ain’t nothing new between us That wasn’t there before I’m gonna need some information I’ve got a pocket full of change Tell me everything you know now Soon I might be out of range And the future’s like a freight train Rolling blind into a wreck And the past is like a hammer Hanging tight around my neck Burn the letters that I wrote you Or bury them in the sand I won’t be coming home soon I won’t be calling when I land And I won’t go back to Brooklyn Where all that’s done is done I’m gonna change my name in Houston Now the turning has begun I want to drive out to a ghost town Hang a picture in the square Scratch my name into the corner So all the ghosts know I was there And I’ll ride that simple highway Race it right into the sun Just to find on the horizon All I’ve been trying to outrun And I won’t go back to Brooklyn Where all that’s done is done I’m gonna change my name in Houston Now the turning has begun