Boulevard of Regret

BOULEVARD OF REGRET (M. Prewitt)

It’s a long, wide avenue
Out on the cold side of town
They say it takes a man years and years
To drive it all the way down
It’s like I’ve been on it a thousand times
And I ain’t seen an off ramp yet
Streetlights gleaming on the wet asphalt
The Boulevard of Regret

The houses sit back off the street
The yards are dark and still
The flowers droop and shed their petals
On dusty windowsills
Washed out faces stare outside
Unable to forget
Where they lived before they moved
To the Boulevard of Regret

Street signs are all blue, of course,
With letters faded white
There’s not much left
And it’s hard as hell
To every make a right
The main drag’s just a long straight line
Like an unfiltered cigarette
The only way out of town is to smoke it down
The Boulevard of Regret
Yeah, the only way out of town is to smoke it down
The Boulevard of Regret