Nation Of Language - In Manhattan

Strung along by a fiction
Read it in a magazine
Strung along by a fiction
From a movie screen

In Manhattan
You cannot have it all

Turn around for a picture
Watching from the balcony
Another hymn to addictions
That your move between
A glance back my way
In Manhattan
You cannot have it all

I'm staring into the room
I wish I’d known what I know
I walk the halls and sing
Carry me home, my love