I trade all my sunshine,
For twin towers to hide behind,
And find you there.
When I left on that sunday,
To come home on a Tuesday,
Well I never,
I never thought I`d have to see and watch the world explode.
And I swear it was beautiful, befor they sent those aeroplanes,
And I thought I would show it to you, just like my dad did.
Hometown come tumbling down.
When she came on a Friday,
I took her home the long way,
So she could see.
And she asked how they made it, and would they ever change it,
I said no way.
It`s half of what you see, you none of what you here believe.
And I told her that they remind me of Mowtown 60 Skinningtimes,
What they thought the future looked like, where the Jetsons` lived.
Hometown come tumbling down.
We watched it and we cried,
we ran to the front line,
as some came home.
But i stay off the express-way,
Nothing to see there anyway,
That view sucks now.
There was I time the Brooklyn traffic couldn`t get me down.
And I swear it was beautiful,
I hope they build them tall again,
Until then your imagination is all that you will have....