Well, I could sit here and I could think
'Bout the things that I ain't got
So don't mind me if I hesitate
Tell you the truth, it ain't a lot
And I might come in here with a pocket full of money
And I might leave here with a dime in my pocket
But either way that don't make me happy
And all I have is this picture in a locket
So I go down street to the 5th Avenue Bar
I go over a man who's lighting up his cheap cigars
And I ask him if it's gonna get any better
He says, "No", well, he says, "No"
There's a young man behind the bar who take the bottle
"Here's how you let go, here's how you let go"
Well, I could sit here and occupy
For your love to be as strong as mine
But instead I keep the peace
Sit here alone, sitting in my grief
And I could go somewhere and burn this lonely picture
Even in my head I know I'd still remember
Walking down the street, in my wallet there's a 50
And I drop it down at the place where we feel empty
Yeah, I'm down street at the 5th Avenue Bar
Talking to the man who's lighting up his cheap cigars
And I ask him if it's gonna get any better
He says, "For me it didn't, for me it didn't"
There's a young man behind the bar who take the bottle
"Yeah, this'll fix it", he says, "This'll fix it"
Well, I woke up in the morning
And the world was white as snow
Is it heaven or hell, which place to hide low
'Bout the things that I ain't got
So don't mind me if I hesitate
Tell you the truth, it ain't a lot
And I might come in here with a pocket full of money
And I might leave here with a dime in my pocket
But either way that don't make me happy
And all I have is this picture in a locket
So I go down street to the 5th Avenue Bar
I go over a man who's lighting up his cheap cigars
And I ask him if it's gonna get any better
He says, "No", well, he says, "No"
There's a young man behind the bar who take the bottle
"Here's how you let go, here's how you let go"
Well, I could sit here and occupy
For your love to be as strong as mine
But instead I keep the peace
Sit here alone, sitting in my grief
And I could go somewhere and burn this lonely picture
Even in my head I know I'd still remember
Walking down the street, in my wallet there's a 50
And I drop it down at the place where we feel empty
Yeah, I'm down street at the 5th Avenue Bar
Talking to the man who's lighting up his cheap cigars
And I ask him if it's gonna get any better
He says, "For me it didn't, for me it didn't"
There's a young man behind the bar who take the bottle
"Yeah, this'll fix it", he says, "This'll fix it"
Well, I woke up in the morning
And the world was white as snow
Is it heaven or hell, which place to hide low