Park Avenue - Paul Williams

Look at the lovely ladies on Park Avenue

Fill their lives with the things they bought today

Money gets cold

When a woman turns old

And nobody’s there to talk to

Dye their hair

So the men might stare

But you don’t rinse troubles away

Look at the lovely ladies of Park Avenue

Call their doctor when they need a friend

Love to tell the stories of the men they had no time for

Wanting one to touch them

But afraid to let one stay

And thinking somewhere a young man is growing old

One who might have loved to share the things I did today

Somewhere a young man is growing old

Did he try to talk to me

And did I turn away?

Did I turn away?

Did I turn away?

Look at the lovely ladies of Park Avenue

Loneliness becomes a way of life

No one dares to tell them

That they might have been mistaken

Foolish girls who stayed at home

Foolish girls who stayed alone

And wasted all that time