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You know I do my best thinking when I'm flying down the bridge, |
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Humming to myself and kicking up my kicks |
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Jiggling all around half-afraid for my life, |
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I hope i don't crash like that night last summer, |
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Back when the bridge was just a wooden path, |
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Bounding around like he said it was 1956 |
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I thought I'd learn from my mistakes, |
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I thought he'd learn from my mistakes, |
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I thought you'd give me the right advice, |
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I thought he'd let me in for one last time. |
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The planks rattle around like an old-timey movie, |
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In tube-top and shorts that Vice called "pull-me-down" |
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she's got kind of a native vibe before that was so cool |
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She's got kind of a native vibe before I even knew who was who |
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And he's ignoring me like it's 2001 |
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Why keep time travelling if it doesn't get better |
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On the second time around |
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Why keep time travelling if it doesn't get better |
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On the second time around |
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I thought I'd learn from my mistakes, |
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I thought he'd learn from my mistakes, |
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I thought you'd give me the right advice, |
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I thought he'd let me in for one last time. |
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I wore the same outfit on the day the Hasid |
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Followed me in his car along Park, not Avenue, |
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But the one in Brooklyn, on an early Sunday morning, |
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I'm carrying an umbrella and talking on the phone |
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My mom said run, and I ran, |
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I crashed down Baker, cut my head and my knees |
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The ambulance was called by a guy his friend called Guru |
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They were visiting from California, and I swear they, |
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I swear they, I swear they, |
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I swear they saved my life |
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I thought I'd learn from my mistakes, |
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I thought he'd learn from my mistakes, |
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I thought you'd give me the right advice, |
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I thought he'd let me in for one last time |
