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