Ashtray full of yesterday
Neon signs refuse to say
If we’re early or too late
Love’s been leaning on the gate
A laugh rolls out, a glass rolls in
Same old song, new kind of sin
On smoky Fifth Avenue
Dreams wear coats they never lose
Every heart’s a little loose
On smoky Fifth Avenue
High heels tapping broken time
Every joke is half a line
Truth gets poured but never neat
Sticky floors beneath the beat
If the night asks what I need
I’ll say, “Just let the music bleed”
On smoky Fifth Avenue
Dreams wear coats they never lose
Every heart’s a little loose
On smoky Fifth Avenue
On smoky Fifth Avenue
Nothing’s false and nothing’s true
Just the smoke and passing views
On smoky Fifth Avenue
Sha-da-bah… stay awhile