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