[00:12.91]Well, I could sit here and I could think
[00:18.62]'Bout the things that I ain't got
[00:24.15]So don't mind me if I hesitate
[00:29.65]Tell you the truth, it ain't a lot
[00:35.65]And I might come in here with a pocket full of money
[00:41.19]And I might leave here with a dime in my pocket
[00:46.88]But either way that don't make me happy
[00:52.29]And all I have is this picture in a locket
[00:59.51]So I go down street to the 5th Avenue Bar
[01:05.36]I go over a man who's lighting up his cheap cigars
[01:10.63]And I ask him if it's gonna get any better
[01:15.94]He says, "No", well, he says, "No"
[01:21.69]There's a young man behind the bar who take the bottle
[01:26.88]"Here's how you let go, here's how you let go"
[01:48.69]Well, I could sit here and occupy
[01:54.16]For your love to be as strong as mine
[01:59.92]But instead I keep the peace
[02:05.53]Sit here alone, sitting in my grief
[02:11.23]And I could go somewhere and burn this lonely picture
[02:16.93]Even in my head I know I'd still remember
[02:22.43]Walking down the street, in my wallet there's a 50
[02:27.89]And I drop it down at the place where we feel empty
[02:35.30]Yeah, I'm down street at the 5th Avenue Bar
[02:40.86]Talking to the man who's lighting up his cheap cigars
[02:46.23]And I ask him if it's gonna get any better
[02:50.99]He says, "For me it didn't, for me it didn't"
[03:00.05]There's a young man behind the bar who take the bottle
[03:04.90]"Yeah, this'll fix it", he says, "This'll fix it"
[03:26.60]Well, I woke up in the morning
[03:28.24]And the world was white as snow
[03:32.95]Is it heaven or hell, which place to hide low

Well, I could sit here and I could think
'Bout the things that I ain't got
So don't mind me if I hesitate
Tell you the truth, it ain't a lot
And I might come in here with a pocket full of money
And I might leave here with a dime in my pocket
But either way that don't make me happy
And all I have is this picture in a locket
So I go down street to the 5th Avenue Bar
I go over a man who's lighting up his cheap cigars
And I ask him if it's gonna get any better
He says, "No", well, he says, "No"
There's a young man behind the bar who take the bottle
"Here's how you let go, here's how you let go"
Well, I could sit here and occupy
For your love to be as strong as mine
But instead I keep the peace
Sit here alone, sitting in my grief
And I could go somewhere and burn this lonely picture
Even in my head I know I'd still remember
Walking down the street, in my wallet there's a 50
And I drop it down at the place where we feel empty
Yeah, I'm down street at the 5th Avenue Bar
Talking to the man who's lighting up his cheap cigars
And I ask him if it's gonna get any better
He says, "For me it didn't, for me it didn't"
There's a young man behind the bar who take the bottle
"Yeah, this'll fix it", he says, "This'll fix it"
Well, I woke up in the morning
And the world was white as snow
Is it heaven or hell, which place to hide low