Coney Island
Sitting On a Carousel Ride
Without Any Music Or Lights
Everything Was Closed At Coney Island
And I Could Not Help From Smiling
I Can Hear the Atlantic Echo Back
Rollercoaster Screams From Summers Past
Everything Was Closed At Coney Island
And I Could Not Help From Smiling
Brooklyn Will Fill the Beach, Eventually
And Everyone Will Go, Except Me
Coney Island
Sentado en un paseo en carrusel
Sin música ni luces
Todo estaba cerrado en Coney Island
Y no pude evitar sonreír
Puedo escuchar el eco del Atlántico
Los gritos de la montaña rusa de veranos pasados
Todo estaba cerrado en Coney Island
Y no pude evitar sonreír
Brooklyn llenará la playa, eventualmente
Y todos se irán, excepto yo