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...