Manhattan Morning

Manhattan Morning - Flash

Cold and grey Manhattan morning

Steals into the day

Shattered doors, newspaper torn

And blowin' down the street.

Somewhere in the city heights

A frightened siren screams

A truck rolls by and I just stand and watch

Locked in a dream

And I feel like I'm the only one

That knows how it feels to be this free

Walking by store windows

That reflect the neon flares

See my breathing turn to white clouds

As it hits the morning air.

I can hear the early subway train

Go rumbling' underground

A cop rides by on a horseback

Jesse James has just hit town.

And it feels like I'm the only one

That knows how it feels to be this free.