The New Yorker

Coney Island’s gone
And so is the girl in this song
And nothing is wrong
Because somehow I used to belong
For so long and now it’s gone
Nothing has changed it’s just rearranged
Becacuse somehow I used to belong
For so long and now it’s gone
Part of me died that night on the lower east side
Coney Island’s gone
And so is the girl in this song
And something is wrong
Because we haven’t spoke in so long
Nothing has changed it’s just rearranged
Coney Island’s gone
And so is the girl in this song