Maybe I’ll go ride down 2nd Avenue
And go sit on those benches in the churchyard
Those benches in the churchyard
That I used to pass
On my way with my guitar
To play at Nightingale’s

Maybe I’ll go ride down 2nd Avenue
And go sit on those benches in the churchyard
Those benches that I passed
On my way to meet you
For that hip director’s play
And I hated it

And we crawled on each other
One last time
And we shared Turkish coffee
One last time
Oh, I think I lost the key to my aching heart
But, oh, I can get another one

Maybe I’ll go ride down 2nd Avenue
And go sit on those benches in the churchyard
And listen to the taxis and the fountains dripping water
Like Cab Calloway or Isadora Duncan
And I bet you still have your dancer’s body

We crawled on each other
One last time
And we shared Turkish coffee
One last time
Oh, I think I lost the key to my aching heart
But, oh, I can get another one

Maybe we can ride down 2nd Avenue
And go sit on those benches in the churchyard….

(lyrics: Dan Bern)