It was the worst thing that I did
Thinking that this island was an altar
Chomped at the bit and I admit
I was a fool to kneel at that altar
This isn't no city to live
Dirt in my hair and sh** on my sneakers
Lead in my legs dragging around
Dragging around
[Chorus]
All of your friends are gone
Headed out west for that california weather
And the tethers that deliver right from wrong
They don't believe you but they might be wrong
The record stores down on St. Marks
What if i told you they're all karaoke bars
'Manhattan' wasn't a thing like New York
Guess Woody Allen was wrong
What I ingest by the minute
Diesel exhaust from a one-way ticket
Why bemoan, pine for my home
I gotta go
[Chorus]
[Post - Chorus]
Because the summer here in Brooklyn
Is waiting on the colder air to come
So I'm headed blind out west to heal my tired lungs
[Chorus]
[Post - Chorus]