Somewhere down in new york town Where lives a friend of mine But i haven't seen her face For a very long long time She tried to tell me that my life was getting harder She took me by the hand We went walking in the garden Well it's five past three in the afternoon And the sun is burning down I've gotta pack my bags And get outta this sticking town Don't try to tell me that my life is getting harder When it's seems so easy Just like walking in the garden When the sun goes down and the moon comes up And half the world goes dark We find ourselves alone Wandering through central park Don't try to tell me that my life is getting harder Lay down beside me We'll go walking in the garden