Letras
There's a longing of sorts for the souls of Manhattan
But I don't see what they all see
See, a new 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
She made souvenirs from many notepads and tears
Writing memoirs until it made sense
But time, like a bandit, retreated too fast
At the drop of a hat, you go down, down, down
Where the souls of Manhattan resound
When the sun does rise up o'er the silver horizon
Would you let out a soft spoken prayer?
'Cause she's lower than hell and she needs a good friend
Who don't mind giving up holidays
'Cause all of your heroes and fair-weather friends
Watch as your dreams tumble down, down, down
Where the souls of Manhattan resound
Where will you go
When your heart is covered in snow
And your friends leave you feeling low?
There's a longing of sorts for the souls of Manhattan
But I'm just beginning to see