Composer : Sara Diamond/Brody Myles
We were kicking on Sunday
One sip of the Kool-aid
Was enough for me
Fast car to the freeway
Better run from the TV screen
We were six years old
We were living in the city
Playing tricks in the road
Getting caught up with the kiddies
There were wide-eyes boys
Playing with their toys till
The pretty little ladies walked by
Then the days got cold
And we turned into the sinners
Playing games till the old man
Called us all for dinner
Ain't it crazy how time flies
I've been trying to find
This money on my mind
It's frozen
And we're broken
I've been trying to find
This worry on my mind
Today
I'm happy to announce that it is what it is
East coast, maybe Brooklyn baby
Down south, go Miami crazy
Out here we're broken
But we're in this together
Where do we go when we die?
How do we learn how to give?
What do we do to get by?
Who do we hurt when we win?
When did we learn not to love?
How do we choose to be free?
Where does the river carry me?
Time pass slow till we never see each other
Now were getting old we lost some color
Innocence ain't nothing like this
What you wanna tell me, honey
I've been trying to find
This money on my mind
It's frozen
And we're broken
I've been trying to find
This worry on my mind
Today
I'm happy to announce that it is what it is
East coast, maybe Brooklyn baby
Down south, go Miami crazy
Out here we're broken
But we're in this together
East coast, maybe Brooklyn baby
Down south, go Miami crazy
Out here we're broken
But we're in this together
Where do we go when we die?
How do we learn how to give?
What do we do to get by?
Who do we hurt when we win?
