Manhattan

how long have I been living here?
got my hands cupped behind my ears
why would anyone interfere?

oh no
it’s much worse than a gentle wind
put your suit on and jump right in
try your best disguise or sheepish grin

i see
your foundation is all pristine
on the shelf like a figurine
try buying coal and cold machines
you live in your bluest jeans
when all your fingernails won’t come clean
chill a glass, have a drink with me

how long have I been sleeping here?
closed my eyes so I couldn’t steer
and somehow everyone disappeared

oh no
my advantage is watered down
swear to god i’ll destroy this town
burn all the bridges down

i see
your potential is still pristine
on the shelf like it’s porcelein
try buying coal and cold machines
you sleep in your straightest jeans
when all your follicles won’t come clean
chill a glass, have a drink with me

take care
for another year
why the hell would I interfere?
chill a glass for another beer

(Lyrics copyright Christopher Stetson Wilson 2009)