It started with knocks on a door
In the borough of Brooklyn at night
It started with what you could see
What would be was way out of sight

You knitted a hat for this boy
Which he lost to the tracks of a train
He slept on a couch in your house
While you went to your bedroom and prayed

You wrote him a song from your heart
But it faltered with too  many words
He wrote one for girls in his dreams and It fell down with too many chords

And he's all over quiet places that used to be yours. They were yours.

The coffee and tea won't suffice
For the niceties you'll never see
There's no guarantee that your mind
Won't bend with the reality

And he's all over quiet places that used to be yours. They were yours.

You wait
It's gonna get better I know it gets better
You wait
It's gonna get better I know it gets better

And he's all over quiet places that used to be yours. They were yours.

And he's all over quiet places that used to be yours. They were yours.

And he's all over quiet places that used to be yours. They were yours.