You said goodnight,
Wrapped your scarf up tight,
And left into a winter scene.
The Lower East Side,
Is just a place to hide,
A place to privately dream.
Good times and lost nights on Avenue A,
Don't let the bright lights take you away.
You just can't believe what the city folks say,
My lady of Avenue A.
These old downtown streets,
Where lovers meet,
To sometimes laugh, to sometimes cry
A strange parade,
All new things fade,
But somehow this place stays the same.
Good times and lost nights on Avenue A,
Don't let the bright lights take you away.
You just can't believe what the city folks say,
My lady of Avenue A.
You fall asleep,
I hear you breathe,
The snow outside,
I make some tea.
The cat's awake,
And plays with string,
As I slip into a dream.
Good times and lost nights on Avenue A,
Don't let the bright lights take you away.
You just can't believe what the city folks say,
My lady of Avenue A.