"we had our
neighborhood girl, she
used to hang out, in front of
mckinsey's bar, and we were
interested in her, and her
clientele...
we just wonder where she's gone..."
"oh she's gone?"
"yes, she's gone, gone, gone."

"i think you know your
neighborhood girl, she
lives on my street, now, with
eyes of ice
i've seen her in the morning, when she is
walking in the sun
and i always thought that she
looked kind of nice

she spoke to me once
at a party, i think
and i thought at the time
that she had had too much to drink, because she
said to me, `there's a backbone gone
and i've got to get it back
before going on...'

and your neighborhood girl
seems to have resigned
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
finding out if this is it
because i've got this feeling
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 waht 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
and her
clientele...
we just wonder where she's gone..."
"oh she's gone?"
"yes, she's gone, gone, gone."