Brooklyn's on Fire

by Nicole Atkins

Friday nights on the seventh floor
Paperbacks on the corner store
Looking over the ledge
The sidewalk traffic starts to spread
Summer's begun across the bay
And no bit of silence remains

Oh, Brooklyn's on fire
And fills July hearts with desire
Sleep will not come until the morn
'Cause tonight your memories are born

And the band's not begun just yet
Fifty names you're bound to forget
Black and blue on the lakes
Wear badges from happier days
Late in the night, in '84
Walked in through the old out door

I'm caught in the way
Of tears from much happier days
When we were young and unafraid
Of stupid mistakes that we made

Oh, Brooklyn's on fire
And fills July hearts with desire
Sleep will not come until the morn
'Cause tonight your memories are born