Art Linton - Holy Avenue (Redux 2019)
A girl goes into a bar and finds a foreign landStrangely familiar though
And she goes up to this guy some jerk at a pink table
Staring into space and says
Look, you know you look like you could use some company
He thinks, this is a way to meet new people
He says, Yea, sure, can I light up your smoke cough cough
Or buy you a shot of Jack Daniels
Let's go up to my place and watch Fallon, Colbert or Kimmel
Stay up late and have lots of laughs ha ha ha ha
Sure sure
Next year, she's thinking back
Thinking how familiarity breeds contempt
And how she don't like foreigners or cheap cologne
They'll finally find out one day
This Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Finally find out they're on their own, their own
They'll finally wind up talking
After miles and miles of walking
That there ain't no place like home sweet home sweet home
Sweet home holy avenue take me away from you
She has hopes and dreams that she can never remember
The time passes so slowly, it seemed like just yesterday
She was getting older
Someone she passed by on the street today said he knew her
Like it was a dream
But she forgot him too, and hours later
She went out searching for the man of her dreams where is he
Sounds like wet cement in a wheelbarrow
Mixing up coffee and tears
She spreads herself thin in the mirror
And paints her shadow
Everyone mistakes her for an actress and wants her autograph
But she never has a pen handy
He longs for the days when he could walk down those steps
Along her apartment building and smile
Thinking how nice it was to see the sun and how she expected him
To hurry up and get the groceries and cat food and Diet Cokes
He snickers at this absence and takes life for granted
Knowing full well its not a videotape but
Acting as if he could just rewind it and watch it all over again
Watch it all over again
He's so full of gratitude it's almost rude
No wonder he likes popcicles in the winter
Written by:
Art Linton
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