There is no future and no past,
The train that left was not the last.
12,000 shades of morning light
For you alone are shining bright.
There are no troubles if you are
Just self-aware of what you are,
12,000 stars above your head
Are up to simply make you mad…
If you are your best fucking friend,
You’re hardly ever form a band,
Go become social if you dare,
Pretend you really really care,
But try to love no matter what
For love is life, and life is good
In any Brooklyn neighborhood.