MANHATTAN_SKYLINE_a_ha MANHATTAN SKYLINE a-ha We sit and watch umbrellas fly, I'm trying to keep my newspaper dry. I hear myself say: My boat's leaving now, so we shake hands and cry. Now I must wave good-bye, wave good-bye, wave good-bye, Wave good-bye, wave good-bye, wave good-bye. You know: I don't want to cry again, I don't want to cry again, I don't want to say good-bye, I don't want to cry again, I don't want to run away, I don't want to race this pain, I'll never see your face again. Oh, but how, how can you say that I didn't try? You see things in the depths of my eyes that my love's run dry, no! I leave to their good-byes, I've come to depend on the look in their eyes. My blood's sweet for pain, the wind and the rain bring back words ot a song. And they say: Wave good-bye, wave good-bye, wave good-bye, Wave good-bye, wave good-bye, wove good-bye. You know: I don't want to fall again, I don't want to know this pain, I don't want another friend, I don't want to cry again, I don't want to see you hurt, don't let me see you hurt, I don't want to cry again, I'll never see your face again. How can you say that I didn't try? You know I did! You see things in the depths of my eyes that my love's run dry. I don't want to cry again! So I read to myself, a chance of a lifetime to see new horizons. On the front page a block and white picture of Manhatton skyline!