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 Yes, she's gone, gone, gone I think I 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" Well your neighborhood girl, she 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 gray

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? Oh she's gone, gone, gone Yes, she's gone, gone, gone