I'd trade all my sunshine, for twin towers to hide behind    and find you there    And I left on that sunday    To come home on a tuesday    Well I never    I never thought I'd have to stay and watch the world explode       And I swear it was beautiful before they sent those airplanes    And I thought I would show them to you just like my dad did       Home town come tumbling down       When she came on that sunday    I took her home the long way    So she could see       And she asked when they made it    And would they ever change it    I said no way    Half of what you see and none of what you hear believe       And I told her I that they remind me of Motown, sixties, skinny ties,    What they thought the future looked like where the Jetsons lived.       Home town come tumbling down       So we sat down and we cried    And we ran to the front line    And some came home       And I stay off the expressway    Nothing to see there anyway    That view sucks now       But there was a time the Brooklyn traffic couldn't get me down       I swear it was beautiful I hope they build it tall again    Til then your imagination is all that you will have