It was snowing hard that day in New York City
Drifting deep all the way down Amsterdam
I stopped at EJ's diner along West 59th
Checking out of limbo, our of winter wonderland
Davy Jones is crooning in the neon light
Crazy Jane slips off her stool to dance the blues
I'm seeing broken ghosts inside the shapes she throws
Time, old man, I say, to shift your highway shoes
Yellow cabs and police cars are spinning in their chains
Caught within the frozen river's flow
I navigate the canyons like a pilgrim in his time
Walking down from Riverside and a mile or three to go
Too much of distance, too long of time
Too many stations from the old borderline
Two drifting solo like boats out at sea
To the edge of forever from our same old used to be
Dreams are made in fire and thoughts are made in ice
We burned our dreams in Gramercy that night
Booth looked down and smiled, his hand upon his breast
And the snow came down between us and took away the light
On East 14th I'm standing like a tracker out of trail
But Biaggi's slinging pizzas hand to hand
And the lights above O'Halloran's spell out 'Love is in the heart'
And like St Paul Damascus bound I think I understand
True love's like a compass with its needle spinning free
From magnetic north to east, to south, to west
If your heart can be your lodestone and you let it spin its round
Magnetic north is where the needle comes to rest
Light spills out like honey on the sidewalk in the dark
As the door to Benny's bar-and-grill swings open
Lovers who were strangers are now lovers once again
And the song up on the jukebox is 'The Circle Is Unbroken'
Moorby Jones - Manhattan Transfer Lyrics
Moorby Jones - Manhattan Transfer Lyrics
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It was snowing hard that day in New York City
Drifting deep all the way down Amsterdam
I stopped at EJ's diner along West 59th
Checking out of limbo, our of winter wonderland
Davy Jones is crooning in the neon light
Crazy Jane slips off her stool to dance the blues
I'm seeing broken ghosts inside the shapes she throws
Time, old man, I say, to shift your highway shoes
Yellow cabs and police cars are spinning in their chains
Caught within the frozen river's flow
I navigate the canyons like a pilgrim in his time
Walking down from Riverside and a mile or three to go
Too much of distance, too long of time
Too many stations from the old borderline
Two drifting solo like boats out at sea
To the edge of forever from our same old used to be
Dreams are made in fire and thoughts are made in ice
We burned our dreams in Gramercy that night
Booth looked down and smiled, his hand upon his breast
And the snow came down between us and took away the light
On East 14th I'm standing like a tracker out of trail
But Biaggi's slinging pizzas hand to hand
And the lights above O'Halloran's spell out 'Love is in the heart'
And like St Paul Damascus bound I think I understand
True love's like a compass with its needle spinning free
From magnetic north to east, to south, to west
If your heart can be your lodestone and you let it spin its round
Magnetic north is where the needle comes to rest
Light spills out like honey on the sidewalk in the dark
As the door to Benny's bar-and-grill swings open
Lovers who were strangers are now lovers once again
And the song up on the jukebox is 'The Circle Is Unbroken'
Drifting deep all the way down Amsterdam
I stopped at EJ's diner along West 59th
Checking out of limbo, our of winter wonderland
Davy Jones is crooning in the neon light
Crazy Jane slips off her stool to dance the blues
I'm seeing broken ghosts inside the shapes she throws
Time, old man, I say, to shift your highway shoes
Yellow cabs and police cars are spinning in their chains
Caught within the frozen river's flow
I navigate the canyons like a pilgrim in his time
Walking down from Riverside and a mile or three to go
Too much of distance, too long of time
Too many stations from the old borderline
Two drifting solo like boats out at sea
To the edge of forever from our same old used to be
Dreams are made in fire and thoughts are made in ice
We burned our dreams in Gramercy that night
Booth looked down and smiled, his hand upon his breast
And the snow came down between us and took away the light
On East 14th I'm standing like a tracker out of trail
But Biaggi's slinging pizzas hand to hand
And the lights above O'Halloran's spell out 'Love is in the heart'
And like St Paul Damascus bound I think I understand
True love's like a compass with its needle spinning free
From magnetic north to east, to south, to west
If your heart can be your lodestone and you let it spin its round
Magnetic north is where the needle comes to rest
Light spills out like honey on the sidewalk in the dark
As the door to Benny's bar-and-grill swings open
Lovers who were strangers are now lovers once again
And the song up on the jukebox is 'The Circle Is Unbroken'
Writer: Dick Jones
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