deep breath.
are you ready?
i'm not i'm not i'm not.


walking brooklyn streets and the village is never quiet
but brooklyn is.
and she's beautiful and i love her
and i love the violinist on the l
and deep music deep below the empire

i even love the empire herself, she is tall
and her roots are deep and full of strange people
speaking socrates and little sense

but oh how i love them
and her empire stretching to the sky

esperanto to union to prospect and tompkin
oh tompkin's, full of dirt and travelers and beer
and stories.
oh the stories.

brooklyn, quiet lover you soothe my soul
my home is warm, and the christmas tree is in the corner.

christmas tree and santa next door,
chris kringle you are dear and warm
and oh my love, my home is brooklyn
my feet walk their way and know they are
where they ought to.. soles my soul

oh my love, brooklyn
from the roof one last time i say
goodnight sweet empire
i am walking south these days