I have to come and see you
Maybe once or twice a year
I think nothing would suit me better right now
Than some downtown atmosphere
Sitting with you in some local zoo
Not another job would do
Synchronized and vital
Good friends, me and you

The sun goes down in Jersey
Rises over Little Italy
We could talk it up 'til the block gets up
Swapping stories
Kicking on down to Chinatown
Kicking 'em at the OTB
Always synchronized and vital
Good friends, you and me

No hearts of gold, no nerves of steel
No blame for what we can and cannot feel

Now it's cloak and dagger
Walk on eggshells and analyze
Every particle of difference
Gets like mountains in our eyes
So far off, so frequently
Always synchronized and vital
No hearts of gold, no nerves of steel
No blame for what we can and cannot feel

Sometimes change comes at you
Like a broadside accident
We get minor cuts and bruises
We could hammer out these dents
Sitting around in some local zoo
Watching it like a movie
Always synchronized and vital
Good friends, you and me

No hearts of gold, no nerves of steel
No blame for what we can and cannot feel