The last time I saw Wendy, she had tears in her eyes
She was heading for a breakdown
I was heading for the skies;
Can’t blame her for trying
She just picked the wrong disguise
To take her to Atlantic Avenue.

The sun is low, it’s dying, scattering blood across the sky,
The wind is up, it’s trying to wrestle teardrops from my eye;
To say I’m not conflicted would be to tell a lie
But I’m going to Atlantic Avenue.

Nobody said it would be easy
Sometimes this world will make you blue;
But when this world just drives me crazy
I turn to you, Atlantic Avenue.

From the halo of a streetlight, her pale face haunts me still
She is smiling shyly up at me, and I guess she always will;
There are partings left unfinished in the heart of every man,
I take mine to Atlantic Avenue.

Nobody said it would be easy
Sometimes this world will make you blue;
But when this world just drives me crazy
I turn to you, Atlantic Avenue.

The last time I saw Wendy, she had tears in her eyes
She was heading for a breakdown
I was heading for the skies;
Can’t blame her for trying
She just picked the wrong disguise
To take her to Atlantic Avenue.

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