I have nothing for you, my friend No matter how hard you try, you’ll be empty in the end Was it worth it to commit a heinous sin? Thought you’d get ahead, thought you were gonna win If you ran away with a disappointed face Well now I hope you’re in a better place Yeah I hope you’re home where you can be safe and sound ‘Cause you’ve got BAD LUCK ALL AROUND And someday, somehow, you might wanna leave this town ‘Cause there is BAD LUCK ALL AROUND There is nothing here my friend If we stay too long, it’ll be the end You know we’re in it for the same thing but what the hell Are we doing okay? Or are we kidding ourselves? We are both just pawns being pushed around And we’ve got BAD LUCK ALL AROUND And someday, somehow, we might wanna leave this town ‘Cause we’ve got BAD LUCK ALL AROUND

Sprinkling snow dusting the hills of the park Holding the cardboard in my hand Soaking wet through three layers but I’m still warm This is all according to plan The wind nipping at my cheeks Like a child I’m gonna play Mother dearest don’t you try to stop me now ‘Cause I went outside today I got the bug and I’m never looking back Gotta stretch my legs until they snap And I’m gonna see the whole damn world until my eyes fall out And I’ll shout – Hallelujah – it’s great to be alive Got a good friend by my side And a cardboard sled in my hand And the hills and dales for miles and miles on end It’s all going to plan I got the bug and I’m never looking back Gotta stretch my legs until they snap And I’m gonna see the whole damn world until my eyes fall out And I’ll shout – Hallelujah – it’s great to be alive

A sick passenger in the car up ahead Two strangers sitting in my lap Stuck underground for an hour and a half Now someone’s trying to check the map A baby cries, it smells like fries Nothing seems to get better I’m in this trash can with my brothers and sisters If we die at least we’re together And the mariachi band is playing And the B-boys from the Bronx are saying “It’s Showtime! It’s Showtime!”

I can’t hear the fireworks Be cause you’re breathing in my ears I can taste your purple lip gloss It’s the first kiss of the year The music roars through the stadium The band plays Auld Lang Syne The lights shine in our eyes and blind us But I can feel your hand in mine I can’t hear the fireworks Because you’re whispering in my ears Run your fingers through my hair It’s the first kiss of the year It’s the first kiss of the year And now the moment’s passed It’s the first kiss of the year I hope it’s not the last

Weight of the words on my shoulders As I walk I lean to one side It might look like I can hold my own But I feel no pride Can’t seem to finish what I’ve borrowed I’m only halfway through Don’t have bookmarks so I use my receipts I forget what’s overdue Now I owe late fees Now I owe late fees

Take the first flight out on Tuesday Avoid the crowds who block the Grand Central Parkway Wait in the airport and call home and tell them your flight's not delayed And you'll make it home okay Fall asleep on the airplane Forty minutes later you've touched down on the tarmac Meet your dad out by the baggage claim Make sure you threw the Ibuprofen in your backpack Gee it's great to be where the clean air fills your lungs Ah-ah-ah, gee it's great to be back home Eat a turkey sandwich on Thanksgiving Start to think of quitting the job that you hate Sit on the couch all night Get into bed but stay up far too late Pour your heart out to your parents Say that you don't want to work at a desk anymore That you wanna go and see the world Walk from here to Seattle back to Baltimore But this is the real world They say you gotta pay your dues to stay alive But you secretly believe that it's all a lie You can do so much before you die So you scream these ten words out your front door THERE IS NOT JUST THIS, THERE IS SO MUCH MORE So cast off the limits that bind you And let your mind and body and your spirit grow¬ And you will not, not, not give up Go as far as you can go!

You and I met at the station On the night that Bobby Moynihan was there You looked like you hadn’t slept And I was pulling out my hair But we laughed so hard that night And we started to feel better Because at least we were together PUBLIC ACCESS CHANGED OUR LIVES Tune in every Wednesday night Hang out with friends who believe in art Where money’s not an issue, all we need is our hearts Whoa-oh, IT CHANGED OUR LIVES Do you remember Sandwich Night Or when the whole show had no lights Or every time the studio mikes were broken It didn’t matter what went wrong or right Because it just kept getting better At least we were together PUBLIC ACCESS CHANGED OUR LIVES Tune in every Wednesday night Hang out with friends who believe in art Where money’s not an issue, all we need is our hearts Whoa-oh-oh, PUBLIC ACCESS CHANGED OUR LIVES

Every time we try to start a band we get ourselves distracted Every time we come up with some crackpot scheme we just play computer games instead Oh let's go! Let's conquer the world just like we said we would Oh let's go! Do all the things we want to do just 'cuz we said we could I won't let you give up Every time we make grand schemes to out, most of the time we end up staying home instead Every time we say we're gonna write our manifestos we end up watching TV in bed Oh let's go! Let's break some hearts just like we said we would Oh let's go! Let's build some bridges just 'cuz we said we could I won't let you give up We've been talking each other's ears off for years But we haven't even put ourselves into first gear Oh let's go! Let's break the law just 'cuz we said we could Oh come on! Let's conquer the whole world just like we said we would I won't let you give up I won't let you give up

Looking west of the Hudson outside my window on the 29th floor This job pays well but I want something more The feel of sunlight on my face or a cool breeze in my hair It’s so hard to dream when you’re choking on polluted air Wheat fields on very side And a smile on every face Pleasant small town living Is all I need of a place I’ll get out of the city, I’ll take the first train out And as we pass the Mississippi I’m gonna turn and shout I’ll walk the dog each morning, I’ll tend to the farm And in that Iowa sunrise, I’m gonna play the guitar

Michael sits in a tired old coffee shop, a copy of Proust pressed to his nose He’s got a lot on his mind but his posture is so composed Moving day is three days away and his parents are coming up from Bombay He hasn’t found a job so he knows what they’ll say, but it doesn’t matter anyway ‘Cause he’s getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn in three days. Yeah he’s getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn… and moving to Queens Sharon cries in the back of a cab It’s so hard to find a good guy in this town She lost her wallet in the back of Barcade, but that’s how these kind of nights go down Her roommate still won’t pay the rent, and her landlord’s paper-thin patience is spent She can’t believe she’s paying fifteen hundred dollars for a tiny flex one-bedroom apartment She’s getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn someday Yeah she’s getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn… and moving to New Jersey Mister Ballard’s been a super for ten years in the projects of Bedford Stuy He’s always there when you need a fix; yeah, he’s a real swell guy But he’s so tired of the high city taxes and the violence and the hipsters and the goddamn city cops So he’s packing up his bags and he’s buying a truck and he’s flipping off the skyline as it disappears into the fog And he’s getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn ‘cause he’s had enough. Yeah he’s getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn… and going to Florida! Yeah we’re getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn today. We’re getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn, getting out of Brooklyn… but we’ll be back someday.