A song Is coursing through my blood Like a piece of me that I can't touch Let it out Spill it on the page On the ground where I have met my fate Many times I have been afraid A result Of questioning my age Let it out Spill it on the floor What I was Doesn't matter anymore And in this life we're getting nothing done To someone somewhere we have just begun But I refuse to live like that If you need me back in Brooklyn, I will come