Second Avenue

Second Avenue

There are songs that I can remember from the 1970s but that you never hear on oldies stations. One of the CDs that I bought for my commute to Bend included Tim Moore's recording of an Art Garfunkel song, "Second Avenue." I can't recall ever hearing Garfunkel's recording of it, but I can't imagine that it could be more bittersweet than Moore's recording. The lyrics:

Since we can no longer make it, girl,
I found a new place to live my life.
It's really no place at all,
Just a hole in the wall, you see.
It's cold and dusty but I let it be,
Livin' here without you,
On Second Avenue.
And since our stars took different paths,
I guess I won't be shavin' in your looking glass.
Guess my old friendly grin,
Must have started to dim, somehow,
And I certainly don't need it now,
Still, I keep smiling through,
On Second Avenue.
I can still see you standing
There on the third-floor landing.
The day you visited we hardly said a word.
Outside it was rainin',
You said you couldn't be stayin,
And you went back to your flowers and your birds.
Since we can no longer see the light
The way we did when we kissed that night,
Then all the things that we felt,
Must eventually melt and fade,
Like the frost on my window pane
Where I wrote, "I Am You,"
On Second Avenue.