126 St Marks

I took the 4 train down to Union Square Walked six blocks with a heart laid bare Had your address in the back of my mind One Two Six St Marks where I thought you'd be mine But the door ain't red the lights ain't dim Neon's buzzing where your curtains had been Asked the bartender where you might be She just poured a shot and said to me One Two Six St Marks ain't a home no more It's a hole-in-the-wall with a hardwood floor Thought I'd find you thought I'd stay But they tore it down and changed the name Now I'm drinkin' alone in the dark At what's left of One Two Six St Marks Used to be a mailbox by the old front door Now it's a jukebox playing songs til four Took a seat in the corner booth Where I swear I once held you Bartender said Man she ain't been here That girl you lost disappeared last year So I raised my glass to what's long gone Guess this ain't where I belong One Two Six St Marks ain't a home no more It's a hole-in-the-wall with a hardwood floor Thought I'd find you thought I'd stay But they tore it down and changed the name Now I'm drinkin' alone in the dark At what's left of One Two Six St Marks Maybe you're out in Texas now Or some new town with a new crowd I was just too late to see You were already gone from me One Two Six St Marks ain't a home no more Just a lost man leaning on a whiskey pour Thought I'd find you thought I'd stay But they tore it down and changed the name Now I'm drinkin alone in the dark At what's left of One Two Six St Marks Bartender's closing I should go But I leave my number on a napkin though Just in case you ever come back To what's now a bar on St Marks