On the Town was first produced on Broadway in 1944, with revivals happening in 1971, 1998, and 2014.
Gabey's comin', Gabey's comin' to town. So what? Who cares? Back on the ship it seemed such a snap; You'd tap a girl on the shoulder, She'd turn around, And she'd say: "I love you." But once on shore, it's not such a snap; You get the cold shoulder, The old run-around, You're left with no one but you. Gabey's comin', Gabey's comin' to town. A town's a lonely town, When you pass through And there is no one waiting there for you, Then it's a lonely town. You wander up and down, The crowds rush by, A million faces pass before your eye, Still it's a lonely town. Unless there's love, A love that's shining like a harbor light, You're lost in the night; Unless there's love, The world's an empty place And every town's a lonely town.