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 Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ll miss the way you wake up
And the way that you sigh
And Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ll miss the way you turn your head away when you cry
I donâ"š¬â"ž¢t think this time will fly
Here comes the sad nights again
Here comes the sad nights again
Round about midnight when itâ"š¬â"ž¢s still too hot to think
Weâ"š¬â"ž¢ll go back down to the neighborhood and get ourselves a drink
Everyday working not getting far
You know this town ainâ"š¬â"ž¢t much for starting up itâ"š¬â"ž¢s only made for stars
Later when Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m walking
Underneath the starless sky
Thereâ"š¬â"ž¢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
Thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s much hanging in the air and dancing in the streets
People line the corners and they stand beside the fires
And Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m watching from my window as the sparks go by
Somewhere thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s a gunshot
People scatter everywhere
But it happens everyday so thereâ"š¬â"ž¢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