Walking in the Garden

Somewhere down in New York town

There lives a friend of mine

But I haven't seen her face

For a very long, long timeShe tried to tell me

That my life was getting harder

She took me by the hand

We went walking in the gardenWell, 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 townDon't try to tell me

That my life is getting harder

When it's seems so easy

Just like walking in the gardenWhen the sun goes down

And the moon comes up

And half the world goes dark

We find ourselves alone

Wandering through central parkDon't try to tell me

That my life is getting harder

Lay down beside me

We'll go walking in the garden