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
  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 its 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