I wasn't there when you fell in love with Manhattan
But I heard you sometimes through the walls,
Making love to all the street signs and subway maps
And gathered facts like stories buried deep beneath the concrete.
You were always in love with those stories,
Convinced, if you'd just look a little bit harder, you'd find your own,
Piled in with the rest, and a bit worse for wear,
And a little bit drunk and a little bit gritty
And nevertheless it was never that easy, was it?
Because you fell in love with Manhattan, and she don't love you back,
And somehow you get off on that,
Like subway rides to SoHo spent silent --
You told me that