girl im just a lonely old man sitting with my favorite loafers on living in a perfect neighborhood where everything’s right, nothing goes wrong i just don't want to be lonely anymore and crawl inside my head again but if it's a bad day no one will see me slipping off to make-believe land [it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood would you be, could you be it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood would you be, could you be my neighbor... could you be my neighbor] if no one else notices me today my imaginary friends, they'll still care but i want to reach out and touch someone just to know they're really there [chorus] i'll put my favorite sweater on and sit here by the telephone all day but if it's a bad day again i'll take this trolley to make-believe land [chorus]