Central Park

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’ma 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