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