I woke up, safer in the sun, safer on the run One day I'll get to Brooklyn and I'll see all my old friends The parking lots and pretzel carts and plazas I'll pretend to be a New York soul A New York soul One day I'll even wonder if the slope was ever mine, was ever really mine Or just a sharp incline to be a New York soul A New York soul Was I your love? Was I your favorite son? Was I just safer on the ground? Was I your love? Was I a statue of all of the bridges I burned down? Was I your love? Was I your faith in love? Were you just saving up? Was I your love? Was I your faith in love? What are we guilty of? One day I'll get to Brooklyn and I'll figure out the life of laundry carts and buses Maybe get a bike and ride those easy highs, those easy lows Maybe I'll forgive the folks who didn't give a damn about the leases on our lives The leases on the land, cause even lower down, a soul is tough to fight Was I your love? Was I your favorite son? Was I just safer on the ground? Was I your love? Was I a statue of all of the bridges I burned down? Was I your love? Was I your faith in love? Were you just saving up? Was I your love? Was I your faith in love? What are we guilty of? One day I'll get to Brooklyn and I'll see all my old friends, I'll buy an Eastside eatery And maybe I'll pretend to be a New York soul, and maybe I'll be happy in the end I woke up safer in the sun, safer on the run And I, I stood up to that summer side, to the sunny side *