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