Manhattan
It must have been the Manhattan
When it all fell into place
Dean Martin was watching over me
And somehow kept you captivated
Well it must have been the Manhattan
Because it sure the hell couldn't have been me
Suave , charming, Professor Right Answer
It must have been the Manhattan
You said you were going
To the same place as the cherry in the glass
For some reason I followed you outside
I swear I was trying to be protective
Warm and balance challenged
We stumbled off together in the cold
Into someone else's taxi
I paid the fare and wound up at your home
In the blink of an eye we were inside the door
And I was scratching your cat as you told me
Of how you desperately needed to wake for your train
And of a way you might find me helpful
So I took off my boots ever eager to serve
Although still unaware what was happening
And together we entered the dark of your room
Anticipating the impending morning
Well it must have been the Manhattan
Lying in the darkness
Nestled together trying to keep warm
I was too dim to notice then
That you had chosen not to wear your shirt
And as the thunderous sounds of Led Zeppelin IV
Fade away to your gentle snoring
Prurient, dutiful, I don't want to sleep
Out of fear of missing this moment
But with a soul that's this warm I finally fade out
After all, by now it's only an hour
Until the screaming alarm ruins it all
No matter how much I want to keep this
perfect blissful moment
You beg for me to shut it off, just nine more minutes more
Pillow talk of gardening leads to proof in pudding
A hand in the weeds and a face fully immersed in flower
Smelling the petals until the telephone rings
and you remember time and all its limits
Emerging from the shower
Like a white chocolate Venus franticly gathering things
Two waters, one banana
I help you pack and you leave in your car
And with some Norwegian wood tucked in under my belt
I step out in the cold air smiling
The sleepy smile of a grunt full holes and morphine
Given him by a beautiful field nurse
'Cause when you can't feel the wound
you believe you'll survive
And that's always the first step in healing
Fade out and dream of the perfect lines of your face
And thank you for the much needed water
And I Thank God for Manhattans
It must have been the Manhattan
When it all fell into place
Dean Martin was watching over me
And somehow kept you captivated
Well it must have been the Manhattan
Because it sure the hell couldn't have been me
Suave , charming, Professor Right Answer
It must have been the Manhattan
You said you were going
To the same place as the cherry in the glass
For some reason I followed you outside
I swear I was trying to be protective
Warm and balance challenged
We stumbled off together in the cold
Into someone else's taxi
I paid the fare and wound up at your home
In the blink of an eye we were inside the door
And I was scratching your cat as you told me
Of how you desperately needed to wake for your train
And of a way you might find me helpful
So I took off my boots ever eager to serve
Although still unaware what was happening
And together we entered the dark of your room
Anticipating the impending morning
Well it must have been the Manhattan
Lying in the darkness
Nestled together trying to keep warm
I was too dim to notice then
That you had chosen not to wear your shirt
And as the thunderous sounds of Led Zeppelin IV
Fade away to your gentle snoring
Prurient, dutiful, I don't want to sleep
Out of fear of missing this moment
But with a soul that's this warm I finally fade out
After all, by now it's only an hour
Until the screaming alarm ruins it all
No matter how much I want to keep this
perfect blissful moment
You beg for me to shut it off, just nine more minutes more
Pillow talk of gardening leads to proof in pudding
A hand in the weeds and a face fully immersed in flower
Smelling the petals until the telephone rings
and you remember time and all its limits
Emerging from the shower
Like a white chocolate Venus franticly gathering things
Two waters, one banana
I help you pack and you leave in your car
And with some Norwegian wood tucked in under my belt
I step out in the cold air smiling
The sleepy smile of a grunt full holes and morphine
Given him by a beautiful field nurse
'Cause when you can't feel the wound
you believe you'll survive
And that's always the first step in healing
Fade out and dream of the perfect lines of your face
And thank you for the much needed water
And I Thank God for Manhattans
