The drops from the faucet like a nervous heart   Beat on my porcelain sink a rhythm avant-garde   I page through the phone book, reach for my fountain pen   Is he coming in for the holidays to haunt me again   I call up the Grand Central, "information please"   Is that nickel line on time, "oh fine"   It's a hair-do with a wave   We both forgot and forgave last time       A peddler of pots and pans down on Union Square   Said City Hall wants us off the street   There's no Christmas in the air   Some high-brows were waiting   Carnation bright lapels   Their big cars line the curbs outside those grand hotels   I passed a marquee, Third Avenue   "Ramona" with Loretta Young and I swung myself around   I headed uptown to the train       So this is New Year's eve another year has passed   We wait so patiently, still the car goes so fast   I stand on this platform, wait for that basket of light   And the sound of the whistle screaming out   Like some hot trumpet in the night   And as I'm waiting I wonder why and where   And what went wrong   But this song don't tell no lies   It was just a quick good-bye   Yeah