Coney Island

Sitting On a Carousel Ride 
Without Any Music Or Lights

Everything Was Closed At Coney Island 
And I Could Not Help From Smiling

I Can Hear the Atlantic Echo Back 
Rollercoaster Screams From Summers Past

Everything Was Closed At Coney Island 
And I Could Not Help From Smiling 
Brooklyn Will Fill the Beach, Eventually 
And Everyone Will Go, Except Me