The Boulevard Back Then Lyrics & Tabs by Nathan
The Boulevard Back Then
guitar chords lyrics
I like to walk around my dark house
Preparing for the day the lights go out.
"You should have seen the Boulevard
Back then," we'll tell our grandchildren.
Freshly pressed and fancy stepper, Main Street every time
Like his bones called the shots and his skin could not decline.
Shaky knees and hip to hip,
He always sang of hope:
"How you love your father," I will tell my only son.
Refrigerator hums a song it claims a TV taught it
Just before it flickered out, left us fending for ourselves.
A pawnshop ushered me away, said, "Forget it.
There's no picture, there's no prize to talk about."
There's no picture, there's no prize to talk about.
Who needs pictures when there's music,
There's no picture, there's no prize to talk about."
There's no picture, there's no prize to talk about.
Who needs pictures when there's music,
Talking walls and next-door neighbors,
Ceiling creaks and radios?
Who needs pictures when there's music,
Talking walls and next-door neighbors,
Ceiling creaks and radios?
There's no picture, there's no prize...
