3rd Avenue

There's a hole in my heart
Where you used to be
Everyone knows the story
Everyone but you and me

And I know there've been times
When I've been wrong
To leave you in the morning
To leave you on your own

And your shoulders were
Bigger than they first appeared
And your face got older
So you covered it up with a beard

Where's the boy I used to know
Whom I met one night in the Manhattan snow

Now there's a hole in my hand
Which you used to hold
Everyone knows the story
But the story's getting old

And I know there've been times
When I've been right
To leave you in the morning
But to stay for the night

And your shoulders were
Bigger than they first appeared
And your face got older
So you covered it up with a beard

Where's the boy I used to know
Whom I met one night in the Manhattan snow

And now jeans are blue and eyes are red
From all the wicked things you said
I've been sitting here alone
For days, for weeks, for years

Friends fall out when words fall in
And I can't tell where to begin
Drinks get downed and cards get swapped
But I'm falling on deaf ears

Where's the boy I used to know
Whom I met one night in the Manhattan snow

Where's the boy I used to know
Whom I met one night in the Manhattan snow