Lyrics:Empty Boulevards
| Empty Boulevards |
| By: The Mundanes |
| Year: 1980 |
Sunlight streams the dark cafe But people's feet, they don't pass this way Nobody bothers about yesterday On the empty boulevards Up to the east side, down to the west I like the boy with the brown suit and vest Remember the way Fifth Avenue dressed On the empty boulevards Beautiful toys in the windows of shops Look at the faces on all the stopped clocks Plenty of parking and nowhere to talk On the empty boulevards Now I know that we all We have to cry, have to Cry, have to cry sometimes But the faces are gone There's nowhere to moan There's nobody left The streets are forlorn And someday, you'll have to return To the empty, empty boulevards Empty, empty boulevards Down to the playground Up to the street Everywhere there's silent concrete So we know the story's complete On the empty boulevards Perhaps they moved up And their money was spent But I don't think that's how the story went Whoa-oh oh-oh On the empty boulevards Now I know that we all We have to cry, have to Cry, have to cry sometimes But the faces are gone There's nowhere to moan There's nobody left The streets are forlorn Someday, you'll have to return On the empty, empty boulevards Empty, empty boulevards Empty, empty boulevards Empty, empty boulevards Empty, empty boulevards |
