E C#m /B Well, I could sit here and I could think E C#m /B 'Bout the things that I ain't got E C#m /B So don't mind me if I hesitate E C#m /B Tell you the truth, it ain't a lot A G#m I might come in here with a pocket full of money F#m B And I might leave here with a dime in my pocket A G#m But either way that don't make me happy F#m B And all I have is this picture in a locket E C#m So I go down street to the 5th Avenue Bar E C#m I go over a man who's lighting up his cheap cigars A G#m And I ask him if it's gonna get any better F#m B And he says, "No", he says, "No" A G#m There's this young man behind the bar who'd take the bottle F#m B "Here's how you let go, here's how you let go" E C#m E C#m Well I could sit here and I could pine For your love to be as strong as mine But instead I'll keep the peace Sit here lonesome, sitting in my grief And I could go somewhere and burn this lonely picture Even in my head I know I'd still remember Walking down the street, in my wallet there's a 50 And I drop it down at the place when we feel empty Yeah, I'm down street at the 5th Avenue Bar Talking to the man who's lighting up his cheap cigars And I ask him if it's gonna get any better He says, "For me it didn't, for me it didn't" There's this young man behind the bar who'd take the bottle "Yeah, this'll fix it", he says, "This'll fix it" Well, I woke up in the morning And the world was white as snow Is it heaven or hell, which place did I go