Manhattan in the Rain - Ryan Adams

Hear that broken engine\nIt’s coughing as it sparks\nIt feels like our conversation\nWas dull and grey and didn’t start\nAnd I’ve been to the depot\nI’ve been sleeping on the trains\nFrom Brighton Beach over to Sheffield\nTo Manhattan in the rain\nAnd I don’t know how to forget you, but I’ll try\nGive me a little more time, maybe\nI’m sorry about everything, baby\nThese complicated feelings\nThe color of the blues\nLeft me drowning in your curly hair\nIn your thousand-dollar shoes\nSo pour me something extra\nSo I won’t know what to say\nYou left me standing in the station\nIn Manhattan in the rain\nAnd I don’t know how to forget you, but I’ll try\nGive me a little more time, maybe\nI’m sorry about everything, baby\nOctober by the warehouse\nJust sittin in your car\nWe’re smoking cigarettes with coffee\nThe detective’s nodding off\nWhile it’s pouring on the statues\nBlur of trench coats in the rain\nNothin to your pitch-black Buick\nNobody ever cared again\nAnd I don’t know how to forget you, but I’ll try\nGive me a little more time, maybe\nI’m sorry about everything, baby\nParty’s never over til' she cries\nI been breakin all the mirrors so I can see her one last time\nHear that broken engine\nIt’s coughing gas and sparks\nIt feels like our conversation\nWas over 'fore it starts\nAnd I’ve been to the depot\nI’ve been sleeping on the trains\nFrom Coney Island over to Brooklyn\nTo Manhattan in the rain\nAnd I don’t know how to forget you, but I’ll try\nGive me a little more time, baby\nI’m sorry about everything, maybe