Fourth And Vine

FOURTH AND VINE
Words by David M. Murray ©2021

I Thought I Saw You Standing 
On The Corner Of Fourth And Vine.
Lost Your Job At The Opera House 
Dancing In The Line.
Coat Draped Over Your Shoulders 
Long Face To The Floor.
I Wanted To Reach Out To You 
But You Threw Me Out The Door.

If Only Things Were Different Now 
And We Hadn't Blown Apart.
Sad To Think I'm Still Alive 
Since The Day You Broke My Heart 
On The Corner, 
The Corner Of Fourth And Vine.
On The Corner, 
The Corner Of Fourth And Vine.

I Heard Pike's Opera House 
Burnt Clear Down To The Ground 
And You Don't Have A Place To Stay 
With None Of Your Friends Around.
So I Wanted To Reach Out To You,
I Could Feel The Pain On Your Face.
A Paper Bag Under Your Arm 
Looking Like A Suitcase.

If Only Things Were Different Now 
And We Hadn't Blown Apart.
Sad To Think I'm Still Alive 
Since The Day You Broke My Heart 
On The Corner, 
The Corner Of Fourth And Vine.
On The Corner, 
The Corner Of Fourth And Vine.

A Tear Ran Down My Face.
I Was Frozen In My Tracks,
Seeing You On The Corner Like That 
Without The Guts To Act.

If Only Things Were Different Now 
And We Hadn't Blown Apart.
Sad To Think I'm Still Alive 
Since The Day You Broke My Heart 
On The Corner, 
The Corner Of Fourth And Vine.
On The Corner, 
The Corner Of Fourth And Vine. 

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