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We had our neighborhood girl |
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She used to hang out, in front of McKinsey's Bar |
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And we were interested in her and her clientele |
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We just wonder where she's gone |
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Oh she's gone? Yes, she's gone, gone, gone |
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Yes, she's gone, gone, gone |
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I think I you know your neighborhood girl |
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She lives on my street, now with eyes of ice |
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I've seen her in the morning when she is walking in the sun |
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And I always thought that she looked kind of nice |
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She spoke to me once at a party, I think |
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And I thought at the time that she had had too much to drink |
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Because she said to me, "There's a backbone gone |
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And I've got to get it back before going on" |
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Well your neighborhood girl, she seems to have resigned |
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She was looking out at people from the back of her mind |
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And before she went off, 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 that I have lost somewhere |
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And I would like it back so if you've seen it anywhere |
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I've been out for a while but I'll be back in a bit |
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I am just walking through the smoke finding out if this is it" |
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Because I've got this feeling that things are going gray |
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And I'd like to hear a straight line to help me find my way |
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I looked at her and I did not know what to say |
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She had long black hair |
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Must be a different neighborhood girl |
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'Cause ours had blonde hair, in front of McKinsey's Bar |
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And we were interested in her and her clientele |
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We just wonder where she's gone |
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Oh she's gone? Oh she's gone, gone, gone |
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Yes, she's gone, gone, gone |
