text: 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
  In the dance halls and the galleries
  Or betting in the OTB
  Synchronized like magic
  Good friends, you and me
  The sun goes down in Jersey
  Rises over Little Italy
  We could talk it up till the block gets up
  Swapping stories
  Sitting around in some all night zoo
  Watching it run like a movie
  Synchronized like magic
  Good friends, you and me
  No hearts of gold, no nerves of steel
  No blame for what we can and cannot feel
  But now its cloak and dagger
  Walk on eggshells and analyze
  Every particle of difference
  Gets like mountains in our eyes
  You say, Youre unscrupulous!
  You say, Youre naive!
  Synchronized like magic
  Good friends, you and me
  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
  There is chaos to the order
  Random things you cant prevent
  There could be trouble around the corner
  There could be beauty down the street
  Synchronized like magic
  Good friends, you and me
  No hearts of gold, no nerves of steel
  No blame for what we can and cannot feel
  No nerves of steel, no hearts of gold
  No blame for what we can and cant control
  Good friends, you and me
  Good friends, you and me