Cannonball Statman - Manhattan, I Am a Sheep lyrics

In Manhattan There is a beautiful view Longing to escape a troubled past of euphemisms and vivid nightmares The professor took me to the beautiful view And said Goodbye Like a coward They showed him the view And he was pleased I saw the view from the room with no windows What madness drew us to this room? Philadelphia A man by many numbers I know those who've stayed in the view Come back with frightening new eyes When gold became a useless cover My eyes were opened for awhile Now I can't even think about it Because I dream every night Even when I can't sleep Because reality can only open your eyes so far Before the gold returns once more Ready to blind you with yet another beautiful view And soon there is no truth in sight Just the way you like it Isn't it funny how people can have Such a striking resemblance to one and other? When I saw you out of the corner of my eye I could swear you were someone else And at once We were all the same With deep thoughts of deeper explorations Into the far corners of the human eye Where everything is new And everyone is there It's a strange world And some people just wanna play acoustic guitar on a mattress of dying dreams And die into a beautiful view I don't know what I want Some people live in the 1920s With love for women in the backseats of cars Into the bottomless pit at the edges of the Earth It's a strange world In Manhattan There is a beautiful view In the professor's eyes As he jogs from room to room At night In Skyscraper, New York A bullet rings through the air Through landscapes of dirt And panoramas of lazy eyes. There is something else behind these walls And doors leading into breakfast at night In Skyscraper, New York A party emerges in Skyscraper, New York The lonely lounge club singer becomes physically demented But the man behind the wall was dying In a room of saturated blues and cigarette smoke Illuminated by black and white camera flashes From photographers in tuxedoes at night In Skyscraper, New York A hospital at night in Skyscraper, New York Is fluorescent greens and whitened walls A man in a gown loses all character inside of him at the sight of a syringe But manages to remain calm in front of doctors Campaigning for the next parade of infants To march in their doors at night In Skyscraper, New York He died on the street last night in Skyscraper, New York Fueled by the messages on the billboards Starring signs of the apocalypse And silver screen dreams of a last chance at the road to fame Through the back entrance at the theater where the rocket ship went off And the ashes of Hi8 video tapes of the crash sent everyone back to bed A memorable moment in the days of looking out the window into a golden sky He was no more His soul sinking into the stained cement The raindrops in the mud The friends with mouths wide open The bluest sky from the oceans of his entire life At night in Skyscraper, New York Hey Cannonball It's me Hey there We used to spend every day together we used to spend all the time together And I've been watching you I've been listening to your answering machine You sound You sound so You sound so nice And I'm looking for the ghosts inside of your room I'm just looking for the ghosts Should've kept my eyes damn well shut It's one final nail in the coffin It's one moral line in the mud It's one final nail Let me in It's one moral line In I carry you You carry me And you're a sheep And I'm a sheep And I am watching myself I am watching myself walk I am watching myself And I am walking down South on Avenue A Between 3rd and 2nd I am walking away from myself And I am watching myself walking down South on Avenue A Between 3rd and 2nd From between 4th and 3rd And there is this strange pair of tourists Walking up North on Avenue A Between 2nd and 3rd Shouting "Spend a year with a serendipitous scorpion magic dentist He'll tear out all your teeth" And I am watching myself walking down South on Avenue A Between 2nd and Houston From between 4th and 3rd And I am walking away from myself And there is this strange pair of tourists Walking up North on Avenue A Between 3rd and 4th And one of them shouts "Where's 2A?" And I am watching myself And I am walking down South on Avenue A Between 2nd and Houston From between 4th and 3rd And there is this strange pair of tourists Walking up North on Avenue A Between 3rd and 4th And one of them asks me "Where's 2A?" It's behind you It's I carry you And you carry me It's one final nail It's one moral line Hey you I got your message And I'm calling To tell you I'm over you