September came, and in the heat outside I hear the shouting of the children playing
Toy soldiers on the loose, the cops were chasing
in the shelter of the porch the poets were playing games
On Maddison Avenue

These streets don’t change; I’ve lived here since 14 years’ old
My father told me beneath the cobbles, a mine is filled with gold
I spent my childhood digging for something that was never there
While my mother watched on, with such despair
On Maddison Avenue

Woke up one night, and I took a walk to the window, whatever it was I saw, I don’t know
But it looked so familiar to me
Two lovers locked, inside their first ever kiss
It lasted a minute or two longer than it probably should have I guess
But who am I to judge,
On Madison Avenue

A house up for sale, a house here is brought, over the garden fence a war is fought
teenage lovers rolling on the porch, and the party’s over
Music is playing from number seventy-four, there are footsteps tapping across the old floor
The first love’s boy parents aren’t home any more, the girl she falls through the door and the lights inside sleep
On Maddison Avenue

A red ford rolls by, and into the outside steps a handsome guy, on his arm a girl with a spark in her eye, and I listened to the engine die
Up the path, to the door that read seventy four, the back window opens, from the top floor
of the house on Maddison Avenue

In her white dress she shone, fell to the ground like a shooting star, some lovesick boy blows kisses into the garden, then dashes away to the parents who nearly found them
The girl ruffles her dress, how beautiful your hair looks when it’s a mess, slips on her shoes, brushes off the green grass, she stands in th shadows, out of breath
I watch exhausted by what I’ve witnessed
The girl rushes off into the September night
On Maddison Avenue