It’s a city of scars
It’s a city that changes
A place where they build and destroy

It’s a town where the spirits
Run riot underground
From the Tombs to the Swinging Savoy

Well the only thing worse
Than a heartache
Is the feeling of nothing at all

Time takes a toll
It abuses the soul
And one day it’s your turn to fall

Stay for a drink if you want to
It’s better than drinking alone
But when the night ends
Will I see you again

Goodbye to my beautiful friend
Goodbye to my beautiful friend

A walk down St. Mark’s
In a sunset September
A table in SoHo for two

There’s a chill in the air
But you’re not really there
Have you got someone better to do?

In the park there’s a fountain
And leaves swirl around it
Professors and junkies walk by

They stand on a stage
Where a tragedy plays
And no one remembers their lines

Sleep in my bed if you want to
It’s better than sleeping alone
I’m dazed and confused
With impossible blues

Goodbye to my beautiful friend
Goodbye to my beautiful friend