You know I do my best thinking when I'm flying down the bridge,
Humming to myself and kicking up my kicks
Jiggling all around half-afraid for my life,
I hope i don't crash like that night last summer,
Back when the bridge was just a wooden path,
Bounding around like he said it was 1956
I thought I'd learn from my mistakes,
I thought he'd learn from my mistakes,
I thought you'd give me the right advice,
I thought he'd let me in for one last time.
The planks rattle around like an old-timey movie,
In tube-top and shorts that Vice called "pull-me-down"
she's got kind of a native vibe before that was so cool
She's got kind of a native vibe before I even knew who was who
And he's ignoring me like it's 2001
Why keep time travelling if it doesn't get better
On the second time around
Why keep time travelling if it doesn't get better
On the second time around
I thought I'd learn from my mistakes,
I thought he'd learn from my mistakes,
I thought you'd give me the right advice,
I thought he'd let me in for one last time.
I wore the same outfit on the day the Hasid
Followed me in his car along Park, not Avenue,
But the one in Brooklyn, on an early Sunday morning,
I'm carrying an umbrella and talking on the phone
My mom said run, and I ran,
I crashed down Baker, cut my head and my knees
The ambulance was called by a guy his friend called Guru
They were visiting from California, and I swear they,
I swear they, I swear they,
I swear they saved my life
I thought I'd learn from my mistakes,
I thought he'd learn from my mistakes,
I thought you'd give me the right advice,
I thought he'd let me in for one last time