There are lots of places to go:
Guaranteed headaches at every club,
Plush and golden cinemas that always show
How cunningly the heroine and hero rub
Put on your hat, put on your gloves.
But there isn’t any love, there isn’t any love.
There are endless things we could do:
Walk around the block, watch the skaters whirl,
Promenade the park or see the newest zoo,
Plan for the future in a sensible world.
The water boils on the stove,
But there isn’t any love, there isn’t any love.
Our best friends lived in the house next door.
Went around to call on them the other day,
But they hadn’t left an address or a word before
They packed their bags and moved away.
We could call on the people on the floor above,
But there wouldn’t be any love, there wouldn’t be any love.
It didn’t use to be like this at all.
You wanted lots of money and I got it somehow.
Once it was Summer. Here it’s almost Fall.
It isn’t any season now.
There are seasons in the future to be thinking of,
But there won’t be any love, there won’t be any love.
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