There's a longing of sorts
For the souls of Manhattan
But i don't 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
o'er that silver horizon
Would you let out a soft spoken prayer
Cuz she's lower than hell and she needs a good friend
Who don't mind givin' up holidays

Cuz all of your heroes and fairweather 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 feelin' alone

There's a longing of sorts for the souls of Manhattan
and I'm just beginning to see