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'm 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 lovе?

Cheer the Jets and the Mеts 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?

And there's Regine's and I'm a pretty mean dancer
They say backgammon's a 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 seasons's a festival city of cheer
It's just my ingratitude showing, I fear
Where do you go from love?
They got closer, I hear, to Venus every year
But where do you go—
Where fo you go from love?