I walked you to the corner we stood beside the bus And the tears rolled down our faces as the driver stared at us Typical summer that time of year When you go back to Toronto and I stay here
And the way that you sigh And Ill miss the way you wake up And Ill miss the way you turn your head away when you cry I dont think this time will fly Here comes the sad nights again Here comes the sad nights again
Round about midnight when its still too hot to think Well go back down to the neighborhood and get ourselves a drink
Everyday working not getting far
You know this town aint much for starting up its only made for stars Later when Im walking Theres a couple in the doorway and I think I hear them cry Underneath the starless sky
But they turn their heads when I go by Theres much hanging in the air and dancing in the streets Here comes the sad nights again Here comes the sad nights again Last days of summer San Gennaro Feast People line the corners and they stand beside the fires
And Im watching from my window as the sparks go by
Somewhere theres a gunshot But it happens everyday so theres still laughter in the air
People scatter everywhere And as I lay down I wish you were here Here comes the sad nights again Here comes the sad nights again