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