It was the worst thing that I did Thinking that this island was an altar Chomped at the bit and I admit I was a fool to kneel at that altar This isn't no city to live Dirt in my hair and sh** on my sneakers Lead in my legs dragging around Dragging around [Chorus] All of your friends are gone Headed out west for that california weather And the tethers that deliver right from wrong They don't believe you but they might be wrong The record stores down on St. Marks What if i told you they're all karaoke bars 'Manhattan' wasn't a thing like New York Guess Woody Allen was wrong What I ingest by the minute Diesel exhaust from a one-way ticket Why bemoan, pine for my home I gotta go [Chorus] [Post - Chorus] Because the summer here in Brooklyn Is waiting on the colder air to come So I'm headed blind out west to heal my tired lungs [Chorus] [Post - Chorus]