Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone? And now all my friends are gone I can still remember The words and what they meant As we etched

How about you? When a girl meets boy Life can be a joy But the note they end on Will depend on Little pleasures they will share So let us compare I like New York in June, how about you? I like a Gershwin tune, how about you?