It happens in Brooklyn
It happens in your backyard
Somebody comes home stinking
You kill the lights when you hear that car
And you can feel that wind blow
Like it was blowing right inside
But don’t you feel uptight
Now they’re talking in a vacuum
Nothing’s heard but in your head
Because no one is listening,
To anything that the other one said
You can swallow hard
And you can find yourself a place to hide
But don’t you feel uptight
Chorus
There’s a lot more to believing than taking somebody’s side
In those fights over trivial points with their twists and flip flops and lies
Now you’re floating in the water
In a boat on the ocean side
And the land is receding
And that gulf is getting wide
You can paddle all you want
But you will not touch the land tonight
But don’t you feel uptight
Solo
Now you’re driving through the darkness
Open road under open sky
A man’s hands on the wheel now
But that child’s never far behind
You’re looking at the moon tonight
It’s so far away, but so close, and so bright
But don’t you feel uptight
Chorus
There’s a lot more to believing than taking somebody’s side
In those fights over trivial points with their twists and flip flops and lies