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