(C. CalvertK. GrimwoodE. Idlet)
For as long as I recall,
There's this picture on my wall
Of a place where two roads meet--
Park Avenue and Tyson Street.
Chorus: Part of my life, frozen in time,
In a gas light with a blue line
I can go back there any time.
Marble stairs and red-brick rows
Look the same each way you go;
Park Avenue runs north and south,
While Tyson Street lives hand-to-mouth.
Chorus:
Artists on the sidewalk, painting in pairs,
Making ends meet, she's selling her hair,
Captured in a frame, take me back there.
There are no faces on these streets.
And no business to complete.
For as long as I recall,
There's this picture on my wall.
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