Coney Island Letra

Did you hear the dreams we had as children
collect like dust on forgotten photo albums year after year?
Or walls of sand built by children to hold back the sea?
I bet you never sleep soundly.

Did you hear the mayor has trouble sleeping?
They erected a monument; he beds beneath it on the street.
Did you hear the dreams he has for New York?
Come and get your "culture" from poverty,
Or walls of sand built by children to hold back the sea.
I bet you never sleep soundly.

I bet you never sleep.
And I guess, I'm just tired of waiting
For what I have to be taken away from me.
As the weathered boat dries gleaming on the hill,
A whiter sail catches the breeze
And I bet you never sleep, soundly