Ron Pope - Brooklyn lyrics

Oh Brooklyn, I wanna come home Oh Brooklyn, I'm tired of the road No love, no lust, all ashes to dust Though we burn deep down, we bottle it up Time to leave And it's cold out front, the sun's coming up And we're counting down, heat's on in the truck And what's one more day? This distance remains hard for me Oh Brooklyn, I wanna come home Oh Brooklyn, I'm tired of the road Morn' come, my heart, I can't stop the spinnin' The wind, it sings, the words pull me in But slow down, take care, it's darker out there than it seems Oh Brooklyn, I wanna come home Oh Brooklyn, I'm tired of the road And the parts of me that call for you At this moment, they are screaming out loud Oh Brooklyn, where are you now? Wholly, hold me, know what you don't see It might mean more than the lies that you told me Aye, wholly, hold me, know what you don't see It might mean more to me Oh Brooklyn, I wanna come home Oh Brooklyn, I'm tired of the road Oh Brooklyn, I wanna come home Oh Brooklyn, I'm tired of the road And the parts of me that call for you At this moment, they're screaming out loud Oh Brooklyn, where are you now? Oh Brooklyn, where are you now?