story goes we got lost again these tattered maps they don t have an end stay the course and all the stars align every path goes back to where they were before flight we turn around and go past all the signs we travel better when there s no guide all the things we wanted to be we could have when we re back home we re always going somewhere as long as we both know all these roads lead back to brooklyn doesn t matter where we go so tell me how to get to you then if i m gone then i m lost so call me home we don t need to pretend maybe we can climb out of the deep end like when we used to party on the weekends i only got 3 friends where did all the others go why is all i have an open lane on empty road yeah the traffic is bad and mom when i get home i promise i ll actually laugh so many places that i ve been where i m stuck in my path yeah no matter what i go back where i am i guess it all depends on whether or not i m holding this night close but i ma keep it till the lights go all these roads lead back to brooklyn doesn t matter where we go so tell me how to get to you then if i m gone then i m lost so call me home chasing such a normal life i got brooklyn on my mind said i m wasting what i know is mine maybe you could come this time 