Valentine Avenue

The bars are closing
Dawn will soon be breaking
I'm in a prison
With walls of my own making
A man holds out his hand
And I know what to do
So won't you come and meet me
On Valentine Avenue?

Black shirt, trilby hat
Old, bloodstained boots
Walks in, just like that
And orders a shot of roots
The ashtrays are smouldering
The air is turning blue
And I'm leaving on a cocaine train
To Valentine Avenue

They told me I look suspicious
They were right, I suppose
It's all my own doing
It's the life that I chose
I lied, and I cheated
Took my emotions out on you
But if you'd like to see me
I'll be on Valentine Avenue

I'll meet you at the bottom
Of a bottle of broken dreams
Where nothing that you look upon
Is ever as it seems
Why can't this feel the way it did
When it was new?
Feelings are in short supply
On Valentine Avenue

I went into a whorehouse
To explore my darker side
I laid down my dough
And I was satisfied
And after I left
I came back home to you
To our house in the middle
Of Valentine Avenue

Cheap, stale perfume
Dominates the air
I'm looking for a woman
To tell me that she cares
And I, I wouldn't worry
If her words were untrue
It's just nice to feel somebody
On Valentine Avenue

Boots of Spanish leather
Going nowhere fast
I'm looking for a graveyard
Where I can bury my past
The bullet that I fired
Did what I asked it to do
But my soul will forever linger
On Valentine Avenue