Bushwick Blues

Hold on to my hand

Never let go, never let go

We were just two kids acting tough

Then we grew up, me, not so much

All the other guys

That you've seen

Are nothing compared to me

Because my love is strong

And my heart is weak after all

When we first met

We spoke so brief

When you sang a sonnet

I hummed sweet relief

Do you recall that night

We took the L

Out into Bushwick?

It was colder than hell

So maybe there

We should have stopped

'Cause I'm left here

Feeling like a cop

Because my love is strong

And my heart is weak after all

To the other side

Of the state's return

I met a young girl

Well, I couldn't manage her

Because I think of you

In every girl I meet

It's no relief

That sounds to me just as sweet

So maybe I'm the fool

For feeling used

By the way we kissed that night

I though you knew

Because my love is strong

And my heart is weak after all