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