"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."