Vermont Avenue

Needles in the sun echo, fall into the street we know.

One stop away from you on this train we follow.



We don't have a dime between us.

We can make a meal from dust.

Everybody works some day but we'll beg and borrow.

One stop away from you on this train we follow.



Mary's in the market bureau, fenders on the sidewalk circle.

If we get the money then we might buy them sorrow.

One stop away from you on this train we follow