New York, wasn't minenWas it me?nOr just my kind?nSpinning softly, talking sweetnAnd there's no place left to benbut a road the just goes onto every leaving townnfriends as lovers, lovers as friendsnShall we dance?nInto the nightnAs the jukebox moans and pours out timenFriends and lovers, lovers and friendsnAnd there's no place left to benthen wrapped around your eyesnin every leaving townnus as lovers, and us as friendsnthere’s no prayersnfor dashboard lightnflagging goalsnyou're missing sidesn'cause they say you are the onenand there’s no place left to benthan where you stand right nowni know these leaving townsnfriends as loversnlovers as friendsnInto your backni speak aloudnAnd to your facenI'm only proudnWe're friends with loversnand lovers with friendsnDarling boy, she saidnYou're on my mind, she saidnI feel your skin, she says, as if it's mine, she says,nthis pain is sweet, too sweet to touchnand there's no place left to benin the shadow of your livesnin every leaving townnit's us and lovers, and lovers as friendsnAnd there's no place left to be that could keep me away from younAnd passed these leaving townsnI see loversnand us as friends