I was cut up good, laying in pain, staring up above
In the gutter on the street that shiny dreams are made
I had no idea as to how I got here, but I was certain of
I don't believe it had anything much to do with love
I can blame the lawyers, I can blame hard luck
This ain't something I read on some sticker on some truck
Some cop is telling me to move it, please, and
I can barely move or feel my feet... on the avenue
On the avenue

The winter is gonna be a pisser, I can feel it in my knees
I can hear grandama's voice blowing in the trees
She whispers to me softly, "Boy, you get up off your knees"
"You can't blame no one here, can't blame no one but yourself"
"That blood along your cheeks ain't no ones but your own"
"So get out there and stake your claim before you find you're grown"
And that cop is telling me to wake up or he's gonna run me in
So start walking out of town now - come on now, let's get on
The limits of this town is just a bit that way... down the avenue
Down the avenue