Hospitality - Eighth Avenue lyrics

rate me

I met you at seven

I didn't expect your friends

I'm feeling much older

Somewhat a generation gap

You won't understand

I'm lost in a land

I'm not twenty-seven

Watch the computer

Sit by the telephone

Waiting for hours

Video games

Books on the bed

Cards I never sent

It's not like a dream

I thought it should be

Young and maudlin

You were alright till the end of the night

Counting all your feathers in cap

And a bible black eye

I left my twenties

In bar rooms and bathroom halls

Past twenty-two to forty and four

Eighth Avenue

We walked twenty blocks

Sat on the roof

Played spades and hearts

Young and maudlin

You were alright till the end of the night

Counting all your feathers in cap

And a bible black eye

I left my twenties

In bar rooms and bathroom halls

Past twenty-two to forty and four

Eighth Avenue

We walked twenty blocks

Sat on the roof

Played spades and hearts

Young and maudlin

You were alright till the end of the night

Counting all your feathers in cap

And a bible black eye

Thanks to MightyMouse for correcting these lyrics