Manhattan
Lower Manhattan
People searching
Trying to belong
to each other
every time they hear this song.
Swaying to the rhythm
moving their bodies
trying to hold their own.
Floating in the storm trying to be heard.
Clouding my mind
I want to clear the mists, the vapor.
Feeling stuck, got to move
Out.
Trying to see through the people
Haze floating in my head
Please let's go to bed.
Fly away, get away
Laughter - It's over
Go to sleep
Not one more peep
No more
Enough Said
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