"We had our neighborhood girl   She Used to hang out, in front of McKinsey's Bar   And we were interested in here and her clientele   We just wonder where she's gone..."   "Oh she's gone?"   "Yes, she's gone, gone, gone."   "I guess she's gone, gone, gone."      "I think I 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...'      Well 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 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 and her clientele   We just wonder where she's gone..."   "Oh she's gone?"   "Yes, she's gone, gone, gone"   "I guess she's gone, gone, gone."