Park Avenue

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