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 I’ll miss the way you wake up

And the way that you sigh

And I’ll miss the way you turn your head away when you cry

I don’t think this time will fly



Here comes the sad nights again

Here comes the sad nights again



Round about midnight when it’s still too hot to think

We’ll go back down to the neighborhood and get ourselves a drink

Everyday working not getting far

You know this town ain’t much for starting up it’s only made for stars



Later when I’m walking

Underneath the starless sky

There’s a couple in the doorway and I think I hear them cry

But they turn their heads when I go by



Here comes the sad nights again

Here comes the sad nights again



Last days of summer San Gennaro Feast

There’s much hanging in the air and dancing in the streets

People line the corners and they stand beside the fires

And I’m watching from my window as the sparks go by



Somewhere there’s a gunshot

People scatter everywhere

But it happens everyday so there’s still laughter in the air

And as I lay down I wish you were here



Here comes the sad nights again

Here comes the sad nights again