Walter Martin Ride Down The Avenue
Tonight I'm riding all night
Talking to myself and my sleeping bride
And I'm looking at my life
Lord, I hope I'm doing everything right
'Cause I'm just a kid in a man's shoes
Well everybody says that, but with me it's true
As I ride down the avenue
Yesterday was Christmas day
I was a little hungover at my sister-in-law's place
Thinking through a hard year
The people that are gone and the people still here
Now I work for both, I do
But I'm wearing out my last pair of good shoes
A voice lost but now clear, like the ringing in my ears
So now I'm riding down the avenue
See the little boys with little toy guns that shoot
In cowboy hats and cuban boots
Their mother's father's sailor suits
And I swear I've never changed
Since I was 17 I've stayed the same
'cept now I drive in the right line
The girls in the back carry my name
Two blue-eyed girls with my name
I'm alone, I'm not alone
And I'm scared, but I'm not scared
And I'm no singer, that much I know
But I'm singing these last lines even so
'Cause I've heard the holy sound
Of a teenage band in a basement in the ground
And I heard the marchers' drum
And now I know this thing is just begun
And I know I'm old, it's true
But I know I'm young, too
As I ride down the avenue
As I ride down the avenue
As I ride down the avenue
