Eighth Avenue

.

.

met I you at seven

I didn''t expect your friends

I''m feeling much older

Somewhat a generation gap

You won''t understand

I''m lost in a land

I''m not twenty-seven

.

Watch the computer

Sit by the telephone

Waiting for hours

Video games

Books on the bed

Cards I never sent

It''s not like a dream

I thought it should be

.

Young and maudlin

You were alright till the end of the night

Counting all your feathers in cap

And a bible black eye

.

I left my twenties

In bar rooms and bathroom halls

Past twenty-two to forty and four

Eighth Avenue

We walked twenty blocks

Sat on the roof

Played spades and hearts

.

Young and maudlin

You were alright till the end of the night

Counting all your feathers in cap

And a bible black eye

.

I left my twenties

In bar rooms and bathroom halls

Past twenty-two to forty and four

Eighth Avenue

We walked twenty blocks

Sat on the roof

Played spades and hearts

.

Young and maudlin

You were alright till the end of the night

Counting all your feathers in cap

And a bible black eye

.