There's a great fall on the bridge to Brooklyn That is gravy in my proof So I hold the machines up to my face And close my eyes and think of you So you won't let me go You won't let me go Your ghost is the mostest hauntih-ing thing I have chased Don't be late to your dreams oh baby please don't make me walk this nightmare, oh no I saw the parts of you with my boxcar home And your phantom voice in my ear So I hold the sheets of two by eight and wish for blue skies forever there So you won't let me go You won't let me go Your ghost is the mostest hauntih-ing thing I have loved It can't be worse Oh won't you sing me a sea song and take me from your sad, lonely place Yeah, say the word and I'll leave you Say the word and I'll stay Reached out hand and I'm drowning, and go down with me Anyway-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay You're the great fall on the bridge to Brooklyn You're the great fall on the bridge to Brooklyn You're the great fall on the bridge to Brookly-ih-ih-ih-ih-in Because you, yeah you Yeah, you won't let me go Oh, you won't let me go Your ghost is the mostest hauntih-ing thing I have loved It can't be worse Oh won't you sing me a sea song and lift me from this sad, lonely place There's a great fall on the bridge to Brooklyn You're the great fall on the-uh bridge to Brooklyn You're the great fall on the bridge to Brookly-ih-ih-ih-ih-in Oh-ooh