The Avenues
Morning fog on a
summer day
Should be sunny but
it looks like rain
A coffee shop full of
broken hearts
Air so sweet like a
lit cigar
Ohhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ohhhhh
Ahhhhhh
She pulls her hair
back off her face
Tilt head smile then
a warm embrace
A scoop of sugar from
a shaky hand
A dropped out gaze
without a plan
Ohhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ohhhhh
Ahhhhhh
They say every end
can start anew
With a walk on over
to the avenues
But a friendly smile
and a hug goodbye
She just left, cuz he
ain’t right
Ohhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ohhhhh
Ahhhhhh
A lowered head, push
of the door
She wants less than
she did more
They say every end
can start anew
As he walks on out of
the avenues
Ohhhhh
Ahhhhhh
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