Alan Hovden

Alan Hovden

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Zero Avenue

Written By: Alan Hovden, John Roles

Zero Avenue
Written by: Alan Hovden & John Roles

Born on a street without a number
It starts up in the heartlands and ends here without you
On the city walls the graffiti scrawls
Read no escape from Zero Avenue

I walked my blues away for hours
Kicked up the dust and scuffed off all the shine left on my shoes
Between the cracks and empty caps
That define the view without you on the avenue

Zero Avenue
Down on Zero Avenue

Stopped on the corner for a shoe shine
The old man said he charged the same in 1942
His tales as old as dreams of gold
Nothing ever changes on the avenue

And I say love is overrated
These days it seems a little priced beyond my means
Winter grips the heart of our hero
With colds as low as zero

Down on Zero Avenue
On Zero Avenue

No winds of change
Blow dreams of revolution
These streets are paved
With the stones of disillusion
I hope some day I'll find a way
To make my great escape
But no one's got the fare to ride

I'll play the accidental tourist
I’ll learn to love these ways and make this road my own
I’ll spend my days swinging off a suitcase
Guess I've walked that way since I was born

I'll stroll the sidewalks in the evening
With certain friends that crossed the border north from Veracruz
I'll send my warm regards from the boulevard
The street where only broken dreams come true

Zero Avenue
Down on Zero Avenue
Zero Avenue

Zero Avenue

Written By: Alan Hovden, John Roles

Zero Avenue

Born on a street without a number
It starts up in the heartlands and ends here without you
On the city walls the graffiti scrawls
Read no escape from Zero Avenue

I walked my blues away for hours
Kicked up the dust and scuffed off all the shine left on my shoes
Between the cracks and empty caps
That define the view without you on the avenue

Zero Avenue
Down on Zero Avenue

Stopped on the corner for a shoe shine
The old man said he charged the same in 1942
His tales as old as dreams of gold
Nothing ever changes on the avenue

And I say love is overrated
These days it seems a little priced beyond my means
Winter grips the heart of our hero
With colds as low as zero

Down on Zero Avenue
On Zero Avenue

No winds of change
Blow dreams of revolution
These streets are paved
With the stones of disillusion
I hope some day I'll find a way
To make my great escape
But no one's got the fare to ride

I'll play the accidental tourist
I’ll learn to love these ways and make this road my own
I’ll spend my days swinging off a suitcase
Guess I've walked that way since I was born

I'll stroll the sidewalks in the evening
With certain friends that crossed the border north from Veracruz
I'll send my warm regards from the boulevard
The street where only broken dreams come true

Zero Avenue
Down on Zero Avenue
Zero Avenue