Good Old War - Coney Island

I found a letter in the mailbox today
And I said, “Thank you for your thoughts, but I’m done.”
I said that I would never build this up right here
And he said, “that’s why I can’t work with you son.”

But I can’t let this go I’m on my way,
You can only hold my diamond ring.
But I’ll go crawling back to the city I love,
Cause it’s already taken everything.