Where Do You Go from Love

A man all alone

Holds all the aces

Doesn’t he? Doesn’t he?

All the pretty people

All the trendy places

Who needs to come home

To those same old embraces

A man all alone

Holds all the aces

Doesn’t he? Doesn’t he?

There’s that Pulitzer Prize

I’ve been meaning to read

Maybe work up my tennis

Get that old college speed

Sure, can’t you tell

that’s just what I need

Where do you go from love?

Cheer the Jets and the Mets

Like a good little fan

Be the champ of the Hamptons

In vodka and tan

A laugh a minute

According to plan

Where do you go from love?

Then there’s Regine’s

And I’m a pretty mean dancer

They say backgammon’s

The game for me

Good old freedom, ah yes

That’s the answer

I’ll drink to that

In fact, so would she

There’s the Bolshoi, there’s Sondheim

The latest premiere

Every season’s a festival

City of cheer

It’s just my ingratitude

Showing I fear

Where do you go from love?

We’re closer I hear

To Venus every year

Where do you go …

Where do you go from love?