Lyrics:
Say the Brooklyn Bridge is a work of art And the East River collects its broken hearts And at eighty miles an hour you can hit that water pretty hard Ain’t that better than livin’ ‘Till you just fall apart I left a note up there to explain She stopped lovin’ me today She picked a terrible place to tell me about it now She knows darn well that I can’t fly and I can’t swim They say the Brooklyn Bridge is a work of art And the East River collects its broken hearts Eighty miles an hour you can hit the water pretty hard For me, I hit the soft spot on a garbage barge Now the tugboat captain asked me if I was in any pain I said: “Well, I left a note up there to explain.“ She laughed and said: “Oh I’ve seen your kind before.” Gave me a shot of whisky and said: “Don’t worry, boy. We gotta mourn.” Then she said: “You know... They say the Brooklyn Bridge is a work of art And the East River collects its broken hearts And at eighty miles an hour you coulda of hit that water pretty hard But you got lucky You got a brand new start.” And I said: “Well don’t take long to fall from that height. And I can tell you that when you do, you do get to see your whole life Some of what you see that will really open up your eyes For instance I saw that that woman up there She would of made me a shitty wife.” They say the Brooklyn Bridge is a work of art And the East River collects its broken hearts Me, I traded mine in for what I think might be a broken heart And some whisky And a brand new friend She’s a tugboat captain A tugboat captain Brooklyn Bridge It’s a work of art And the East River Collects it’s broken hearts
~ Joe
