Jon Bryant - Souls of Manhattan lyrics

[Jon Bryant - Souls of Manhattan lyrics]

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 souvenirs 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 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 givin' 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?
Oh, and your friends leave you feeling alone?

There's a longing of sorts for
The souls of Manhattan
But, I'm just beginning to see

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