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
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
And he says, No, he says, No
There's this young man behind the bar who'd take the bottle
Here's how you let go, here's how you let go
Well I could sit here and I could pine
For your love to be as strong as mine
But instead I'll keep the peace
Sit here lonesome, 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 when 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 this young man behind the bar who'd 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 did I go