Jon Bryant - Souls of Manhattan lyrics

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 giving 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 feeling alone Theres a longing of sorts for the souls of Manhatten And I'm just beginning to see