in the end we were dreaming

The last thing I wanted to do before leaving New York was record music with some of my closest friends. In the days leading up to my departure, my lease had ended, and I crashed at friends' places. For those few days without a job or a home, I had nothing to do but walk the streets of NYC one last time, and write music. I sat down on a bench in Washington Square Park one afternoon and thought about the years I spent in NYC and what was to come, and I wrote the lyrics to this song. It was recorded at a friend's studio in Brooklyn.