Noises coming from my street Bless my body, dress my feet For I have promises to keep And miles to go before I sleep And miles to go before I sleep I'm not scared to be alone Even now I hold my own And everything that's west of home Singing oh, so you think you know? Way out, I know there's purpose
And people, my people, desert it When nothing ever stays the same It's hard to tell who's on your side The television screams your name Why don't you go outside for once? Oh, and if I am your only one And you need me back in Brooklyn I will come