5th Avenue Bar - Dylan LeBlanc

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