A world of its own,
the streets where we played,
the friends on every corner were the best we ever made.
the backyards, and the school yards
and the trees that watched us grow,
the days of love when dinner time was all you had to know.
whenever i think of yesterday,
i close my eyes and see,
that place just over the brooklyn bridge
that will always be home to me.
it'll always be home to me.