8 stories high, waved Josephine
To a blue Dodge wagon, going down Montgomery
I waved back til I could no longer see
As Manhattan Fades
Taxis tires in the pouring rain
We took shelter off of Waverly
A frosted window we wrote our names
As Manhattan Fades
Soaring towers, now line the park
Maybe there's no such thing as old New York
It's all of us, we just slip away
And Manhattan fades
Tiparillos, flavored gin, with Charlie and Kelly, off of Mott and Grand
I see the child behind my old man
As Manhattan fades
Soaring towers, now line the park
Maybe there's no such thing as old New York
It's all of us, we just slip away
And Manhattan fades
Mark Cassano - Manhattan Fades Lyrics
Mark Cassano - Manhattan Fades Lyrics
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8 stories high, waved Josephine
To a blue Dodge wagon, going down Montgomery
I waved back til I could no longer see
As Manhattan Fades
Taxis tires in the pouring rain
We took shelter off of Waverly
A frosted window we wrote our names
As Manhattan Fades
Soaring towers, now line the park
Maybe there's no such thing as old New York
It's all of us, we just slip away
And Manhattan fades
Tiparillos, flavored gin, with Charlie and Kelly, off of Mott and Grand
I see the child behind my old man
As Manhattan fades
Soaring towers, now line the park
Maybe there's no such thing as old New York
It's all of us, we just slip away
And Manhattan fades
To a blue Dodge wagon, going down Montgomery
I waved back til I could no longer see
As Manhattan Fades
Taxis tires in the pouring rain
We took shelter off of Waverly
A frosted window we wrote our names
As Manhattan Fades
Soaring towers, now line the park
Maybe there's no such thing as old New York
It's all of us, we just slip away
And Manhattan fades
Tiparillos, flavored gin, with Charlie and Kelly, off of Mott and Grand
I see the child behind my old man
As Manhattan fades
Soaring towers, now line the park
Maybe there's no such thing as old New York
It's all of us, we just slip away
And Manhattan fades
Writer: Mark Cassano
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