Jimenezi waiting on a real high heal
Only let 'em get 'em on the way
Sing 'em, skinny woman, make a real beach song
Saxophone and roller-coaster day

Jimenezi California godless son
Smoking barrel hand that cuts a deal
Nothing makes a man like a lady in the sand
Sunny wheel and red stiletto heel

Burn two cables on the avenue, lay down stay down
From the window lightning in the trees
Megaphone raid and the barricades out on the ground
Crowded with the kids all in the street

First warnings lost in wires crossed by fallen trees
On TV men said “wait and see, wait and see”

Big Chief Ray and his unit came, all lights in the night
Covers waving rain-boots on their feet
Pulling on chains in the hurricane, all hands to fight
Moving all the kids back in the street

They coming sirens in the wind
We running barefoot through the streets
It going on

They coming sirens in the wind
We running barefoot through the streets
It going on

Oooo, oooo
Oooo, oooo

Something had changed when morning came, the water on the floor
My mother standing right in front of me
To this day she’ll say it was the wind tat broke the door
But she don’t know what I seen in the street

They coming sirens in the wind
We running barefoot through the street
It going on

They coming sirens in the wind
We running barefoot through the streets
It going on

Oooo, oooo
Oooo, oooo

Wake up singing in mid-afternoon
Dancing our way to the train
Fathers with strollers and women with books
Our Brooklyn on warm winter days

Neighbors walking their dogs on the street
We pretend we’re not just coming home
Jangle our keys and look down at our feet
We are hardly if ever alone

La-ha, we’re golden at three-forty-five
La-ha, and at twenty-one, coming alive

See how long we are over the bridge
With our sixty-six steps to the bay
Laughing and spinning our scarves in the wind
We will walk back to Brooklyn today

At the overnight diner beneath
Neon lights we scrape food from our plates
Coffee and juice in a booth just like this
We are twenty-four hours a day

La-ha, we’re golden at three-forty-five
La-ha, and at twenty-one, coming alive

Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh

Take me back make me home in the crowd
On the platform at noon overflowed
Waiting with lights shining “R” on the wall
And Brooklyn’s all I’ve ever known

Counting flags with our sausage and coke
Watching floats and balloons as they come
A school marching band and you’re holding my hand
We are face-painted love in the sun

La-ha, we’re golden at three-forty-five
La-ha, and at twenty-one, coming alive
La-ha, we’re golden at three-forty-five
La-ha, and at twenty-one, coming alive

Girl I want to play with you
Take you riding down the slide
I could be your pebble man
You could be my honey bride

Oh how you look to me
In that crown of autumn leaves
When they ask me what I think
I won’t pretend I don’t believe

‘Cause Lord knows it’s bound to be
A sweet romance of destiny
Out in front for all to see
We’ll face their giggles laughter-free

People gather by the wall
Waiting till their number’s called
Over yonder it’s not the same
Everybody knows love only by it’s name

In everything y’all look to please
Your careful pretty little hearts
It’s just a matter of degree
To know the lines or be the part

In everything we seek to thrill
Our deep unconsciousness behind
We speak thoughtfully but still
Us boys have yet to be refined

People gather by the wall
Waiting till their number’s called
Over yonder it’s not the same
Everybody knows love only by it’s name

While they’re bouncing on the bridge
And swinging dizzily through time
And reaching ring to ring to ring
I’ll go hide for you to find

Then I’ll cross that tunnel high
I’ll even wait up there for you
The king of orange circles wide
You can join my kingdom too

People gather by the wall
Waiting till their number’s called
Over yonder it’s not the same
Everybody knows love only by it’s name

After all there’s no where to fall
He knew we’d be crawling through
Best beware of our playtime prayers
And hey - why’d you eat it if you don’t need it
won’t you please just say you do

Girl I want to play with you
Take you riding down the slide
I could be your pebble man
You could be my honey bride

Montana, I’ll wait for you
Something in the air we see
Old ways and dark birds in the sky
Something in the wires
Eighty, an open road at dawn
Something in the way we move
Or just a state we’re going through

Do-do-doo, do-do-doo
There’s nowhere else to be
Do-do-doo, do-do-doo

California, I’ll come for you
Something in the air we need
Baby, turn the radio on
Something in the songs we sing
Kite-lines, and shorelines unfurl
Something in the trees below
Oceans and away we go

Do-do-doo, do-do-doo
There’s nowhere else for me
Do-do-doo, do-do-doo

Minnesota, I’m in love with you
Something in the air we breathe
Sunlight, and dogs in the yard
I feel it in the morning
You say “Get up, and give your words to me”
Crossed-legged whispering
Beautiful and everthing

Go on, bring what you got
We need something to start, we got songs in our hearts
We need music

Climbing the stairs, saying baby be there
We got nothing but smiles and this night for a while
We need loving

Go on, take me for more
With our clothes on the floor and we’re closing the door
We need music

We got classical songs and the radio’s on
And our cities will rise with sunlight in our eyes
We need loving

Do-do-doo, do-do-doo
There’s no one else for me
Do-do-doo, do-do-doo

Minnesota, I’m in love with you
Something in the air

Eastward, the sky is dark
But there you are again
Yellow, burning blue
Lights on the tarmac
Something in the air we breathe
Is this really happening?