Winter in Brooklyn

Ace, it's been a long night
And it's time to go home
Where are you going?
Where are you running to?
Our friends are far behind
And they may never find us

You make it so hard to be your friend
In these cold, cloudy days
Why do you make it so hard to be your friend?

Ace says
"It's been a long night
And I'm going home
And I don't know just where that is for me
But tonight's my last night on Earth
Maybe I'll end up living in the tunnels
Maybe I'll end up living in the storm
Maybe I'll end up in a forgotten room
Smothered by the arms of the statе
Or maybe I will make it to the moon
Or thе sun
And around the universe again"