Hospitality - 8th Avenue | Текст песни

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• Hospitality
• 8th Avenue

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
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

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