Today, on 3rd Avenue, walking with a friend or two, noticing the way the traffic's so out of whack with you, on 3rd Avenue, you was coming to the stop, I awoke at some time last night when we were calling you and I. Yes, but in my love's eyes, I see everything good and fair, warm and mellow summer skies, flowers growing everywhere, everywhere is here, everywhere is fair. Yes, but in my love's eyes, I see everything good and fair, warm and mellow summer skies, flowers growing everywhere, everywhere is here, everywhere is fair. Yesterday, on 3rd Avenue, little children playing there, strange and salty sun is slowly burning in the air, yesterday, on 3rd Avenue. Oh, labyrinth of living room, ancient towered bathroom, built to save the metal minds of no one. Yesterday, on 3rd Avenue, yesterday, on 3rd Avenue, yesterday, on 3rd Avenue. Yes, but in my love's eyes. Many of our people like to journey to the maze, leaving far behind them a trail of yesterdays.