Down at the end of Thirty-Fourth Street
Where the ocean washes up to the land
That's where I'll find her waiting for me
With a ticket and a suitcase in her hand
Now she'll be dressed so elegantly
And her hair will be dancin' in the wind
But all she'll be meeting is a letter from me
Delivered by my closest friend
Excuse me, excuse me
I'm a restless, uncontrollable man
And I haven't got the grace to meet you face to face
To tell you I can't see you again
Excuse me, don't confuse me
All those things I said in bed I really meant
But forever's awful long and I'd only do you wrong
You might never trust a man again, oh not again
Oh no, no
My buddies and me, we live down by the sea
And we play, play the local club to pay the rent
And on the weekends we get blind, we drink our share of wine
And forget about more girls that most guys get
But none of them, it's true, ever shared a spot with you
And I don't believe there'll ever be again
So if you would be so kind just to read between the lines
Oh and honey, just remember me at my best