Brooklyn Kids - Pete Townshend

Girl is on a white sheet

She’s tripped in a trance,

While her friends go out and dance

She’s alone don’t ask me why

This kid from Brooklyn cries

Boy struts on the main street

He’s dressed for affect

But his eye’s reveal he’s really red

He’s all alone don’t ask me why

This kid from Brooklyn cries

And their both just a mile apart

Just streets away from a kindred heart

But they might as well

Be an ocean between them

There might as well

Be an ocean between them

You and me just can’t relate

We got love given on a plate

Is it love or is it fate

Were not alone

Same girl in the sunshine

Such a perfect shape

And he can’t talk, he just passed again

She walks alone don’t ask me why

This kid from Brooklyn cries

Same boy doing cell time

Hanging his head, Pickup didn’t go quiet as planned

He feels alone don’t ask me why

This kid from Brooklyn cries

And their both just a mile apart

Just streets away from a kindred heart

But they might as well

Be an ocean between them

Yes there might as well

Be an ocean between them