Park Avenue and Tyson Street

For as long as I recall
There’s this picture on my wall
Of a place where two roads meet--
Park Avenue and Tyson Street
Chorus: Part of my life, frozen in time
In a gas light with a blue line
I can go back there any time
Marble stairs and red-brick rows
Look the same each way you go;
Park Avenue runs north and south
While Tyson Street lives hand-to-mouth
Artists on the sidewalk, painting in pairs
Making ends meet, she’s selling her hair
Captured in a frame, take me back there
There are no faces on these streets
And no business to complete
For as long as I recall
There’s this picture on my wall