Franklin Avenue

It's not a place you can return to
That's a fact you've got to face
You can't in fact return to
What isn't a place

Might be sitting on the nightstand
But it seems so out of reach
Might be a footprint in the sand
Down on Zuma Beach

& I know that I've been here before
& I've been here with you
& I don't care if it's a dream
As long as it holds true
It's like walking down the sidewalk
In someone else's socks & shoes
Remembering the smell of the garbage can
& every little crack in the pavement too
I've seen those ghostly lights before
When the morning turns to blue
I've seen the ashes & the dust
I've seen the morning dew

On the fallen leaves
On Franklin Avenue



Credits
Writer(s): Georg Altziebler
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