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We had our |
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Neighborhood girl, she |
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Used to hang out, in front of |
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McKinsey's Bar, and we were |
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Interested in her, and her |
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Clientele... |
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We just wonder where she's gone...' |
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'Oh she's gone?' |
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'Yes, she's gone, gone, gone.' |
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'I think you know your |
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Neighborhood girl, she |
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Lives on my street, now, with |
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Eyes of ice |
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I've seen her in the morning, when she is |
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Walking in the sun |
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And I always thought that she |
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Looked kind of nice |
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She spoke to me once |
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At a party, I think |
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And I thought at the time |
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That she had had too much to drink, because she |
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Said to me, `There's a backbone gone |
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And I've got to get it back |
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Before going on...' |
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And your neighborhood girl |
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Seems to have resigned |
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She was looking out at people |
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From the back of her mind |
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And before she went off |
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She spoke to me again |
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She came up and said |
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`You have the eyes of a friend |
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And there's a razor's edge |
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That I have lost somewhere |
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And I would like it back |
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So if you've seen it anywhere... |
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I've been out for a while |
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But I'll be back in a bit |
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I am just walking through the smoke |
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Finding out if this is it |
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Because I've got this feeling |
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That things are going grey |
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And I'd like to hear a straight line |
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To help me find my way...' |
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I looked at her |
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And I did not know waht to say. |
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She had long black hair.' |
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'Must be a different |
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Neighborhood girl, cause |
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Ours had blonde hair, in front of |
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McKinsey's Bar |
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And we were interested in her |
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And her |
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Clientele... |
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We just wonder where she's gone...' |
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'Oh she's gone?' |
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'Yes, she's gone, gone, gone. |
