"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."