The Hathaways Lyrics

Down First Avenue there's an alley
We used to go to smoke a jay
Had a perfect view through the window
Of George and Rhoda Hathaway

And did they see our crude romance
Dissolve into another song and dance

That's the upswing
When it snows in spring
It don't mean anything

Guess I can't complain; keep out of trouble
But there ain't nothing out of sight
Thought I heard your name way across town
At Franklin's diner last Tuesday night

Summer at home didn't stand a chance
Another victim of circumstance

That's the upswing
When it snows in spring
It don't mean anything

And our old hideaway through that window
It's just Rhoda, she's all alone

It's not how long you stay or where you go to
It's what you get to call your own