Manhattan Skyline.

We sit and watch umbrellas fly. I'm trying to keep my newspaper dry I hear myself say, 'My boat's leaving now'. So we shake hands and cry. Now I must wave goodbye. You know, I don't want to cry again, I don't want to cry again, I don't want to say goodbye, Don't want to cry again, I don't want to run away, I don't want to race this pain, I'll never see your face again. Oh but how, How can you say. That I didn't try You see things, in the depths of my eyes That may love's run dry No. We leave to their goodbyes. I've come to depend on the look in their eyes My blood's sweet for pain. The wind and the rain bring back words of a song And they say: wave goodbye But you know:

I don't want to fall again
I don't want to look this pain
Don't want another friend
I don't want to try again
I don't want to see you hurt
Don't let me see you hurt
I don't want to cry again
I'll never see your face again..

How can you say That I didn't try You know I did. You see things in the depths of my eyes. That my love's run dry So I read to myself: A chance of a lifetime to see new horizons On the front page A black and white picture of Manhattan Skyline.