new york wasn't mine
was it me, or just my kind
spinning softly, talking cheap
there
thereg train
i see lovers
i see friends

darling boy
you

Friends as Lovers, Lovers as Friends   (normal version)

new york isle/wasn't mine
was it me/or just my kind
spinning softly/and talking cheap
cause there's no place left to be
but a road that just goes on
to every leaving town
friends as lovers
and lovers as friends

shall we dance/into the night
as the jukebox moans/and pours us tight
friends and lovers
and lovers and friends
cause there's no place left to be
than wrapped around you now
in every passing town
us as lovers/and us as friends

there's no prayer/by a dashboard light
flagging goals/and blowing signs
cause they say/you are the one
and there's no place left to be
than where you stand right now
i walk these leaving towns
friends as lovers
and lovers as friends

to your back/i speak aloud
to your face/i'm only proud
we're friends with lovers
and lovers with friends

darling boy (she says)
you're on my mind (she says)
i feel your skin (she says)
as if it's mine (she says)
this pain is sweet/too sweet to touch
and there's no place left to be
than the shadow of your life
in everyone passing town
friends and lovers
and lovers as friends

Earlier Zwan version.