Small town blues Sunday afternoon
Smells like sadness and perfume
A tear fell down from your eye, asked the Good Lord, "Why?"
I didn't care where I just needed a ride

I know I'm a fool, but even I can see
You're the kinda thing that thrives on misery

I used to carry myself with my head held high
Now I'm looking at your picture with tears in my eyes
Avalon, baby, please make it back alive

Wish I could find a way to forget it all
Turn that clock up against the wall
You were a mountain of pride when everything went wrong
You closed your eyes and let the dominos fall

Everything always ends the same
Fire burns bright then it fades away

I used to stand up tall with my head held high
Now I'm looking at your picture with tears in my eyes
Avalon, baby, please make it back alive

Lord, tell me what to say
Love don't find a way
(Yeah)

Turn on the radio in that old Ford
And then Gabriel blew his horn

I used to carry myself with my head held high
Now I'm looking at your picture with tears in my eyes
Avalon, baby, please make it back alive

I used to stand up tall with my head held high
Now I'm looking at your picture with tears in my eyes
Avalon, baby, please make it back alive
Oh Avalon, baby, please make it back alive