Looking for everything inside myself
His hands been shook, but it's a losing proposition
In the moring, it's likely to set in
His dream's all gone, along with him

Everything I can see represents your memory to me
And when you come to choose, you'll find that I'm gone

Back to back and face to face still with myself
It's hard to take, but it's a long way back to Brooklyn
In the evening, it's almost all set in
You'll finally see, that it's alright with me