theres a longing of sorts
for the souls of manhattan
but i dont see what they all see
see i knew a good girl with the slightest of curls
who was bound for the land of the free
she left in the morn from so empty a home
with the hope that the city would fill
and she made souvineers, from many notepads and tears
writing memoirs until it made sense.
but time like a bandit retreated too fast
at the drop of her hat you go down down down
where the souls of manhattan resound
When the sun does rise up
or' that silver horizon
would you let out a soft spoken prayer
cuz shes lower than hell and she needs a good friend
who dont mind givin up holidays.
cuz all of your heroes and fairweather friends
watch as your dreams tumble
down down down
where the souls of manhatten resound.
Where will you go
when your heart is covered in snow?
and your friends
leave you feelin alone
Theres a longing of sorts for the souls of Manhatten
and I'm just beginning to see
