Walking down the hill    To find the last time I saw you    Trying everywhere    I thought that somwhere I'd find you    The world is turning    Concerned that I won't find       I lost a friend    I left him somewhere round here    He lives and faces the streets    And in the memories of something good    And people say, I won the game    But something brings me back here    I'll never see him again    Except in memory of someone good       Calling distant friends    The numbers disconnected    Walking every street    The bars you once requented    I've searched the phone book    There's nowhere left to look    And hope that you'll be there       I lost a friend    I left him somewhere round here    He lives and faces the streets    And in the memories of something good    And in the end, I won the game    But something brings me back here    I'll never see him again    Except in memory of someone good    I'll never see him again    Except in memory of someone good