Coney Island(By DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE)
Sitting on a carousel ride 
without any music or lights 
Everything was closed at Coney Island 
and I could not help from smiling 
I can hear the Atlantic echo back 
rollercoaster screams from summers past. 
Everything was closed at Coney Island 
and I could not help from smiling 
Brooklyn will fill the beach eventually 
and everyone will go except me.