I'll never go back to Long Island
I could not bear to show my face
And you will always be dear to me
But baby, it's time to leave this place
And now I'm in Brooklyn in a burned-out basement
A box of smoke to call my home
Where do I go? Where do I belong?
Vinnie's over-drinking; Mike is getting high
I am in Los Angeles, practicing dying
And I almost got it right
Vinnie sadly sat there drinking
Michael lightly sobbed and got high
I was out in Los Angeles, and I was practicing dying
And I almost got it right
Going out and living on your own
Could make you just want to move back home
Starting out with nothing to your name
Only to watch it all go up in flames