Leaving Brooklyn

Leaving Brooklyn wasn't an easy thing to do
The more I miss Brooklyn the more I miss you
Those kind eyes then I look right back at yours
Standing hours with stare at the floor

Leaving Brooklyn (ooooh)
Leaving Brooklyn (ooooh)

Those faded jeans you wore almost everyday
And the good books I had to throw away
Summer nights we'd sit and we talked
Trying to catch a breeze I promised we would walk

Leaving Brooklyn (ooooh)
Leaving Brooklyn (ooooh)
Leaving Brooklyn (ooooh)
Leaving Brooklyn (ooooh)
(ooooh)
(ooooh)
(ooooh)

Leaving Brooklyn wasn't an easy thing to do
Is it that I miss Brooklyn more than you