Ryan Harkrider Manhattan Avenue
we beat the heat in a New York minute
on streets the meet like words on a headline on a front page
and the night gave us names like stars
but we just sat there laughing in the basement of an old apartment
walking down from mountain tops, city lights that never stop shining, I
can see for miles
you said there's something I just gotta try but we drug our heals when
we said goodbye
and I know that I'll be seeing you on Manhattan Avenue
she wore a blue jean skirt and a wedding ring
and she drove like hell 'cause she was tired of being nowhere
and she locked her keys in her daddy's car
so, we got drunk while sitting on the front porch of someone else's
home
but it's too early to be lost and too late to be forgotten
but when we stopped she took here heart and hung it from a building
top
and swore she would never leave Manhattan Avenue
there are signs that point the right way
there are signs that point back home
but I can't see any of them
while I'm sitting here and waiting on Manhattan Avenue
a read a Rolling Stone in a laundry mat
and the pages turned when the cars drove past and the world spins
around again
and we made our homes on these crowded streets
but I'm all alone and I'm missing you like flowers in a cemetery
people come and people go most of them will never know the
difference between the two
but I ain't going anywhere so, I sat down and I wrote you this letter on
Manhattan Avenue
there are signs that point the right way
and there are signs that point back home
but I can't see any of them
while I'm sitting here and waiting on Manhattan Avenue
