Afterhours in Manor

(mm-mmm) Rain against the windowpane

Steam rises off the avenue

again

You walked through the heavy wooden door

Coat still dripping on the parquet floor Our eyes caught across the

counter glow

And the room began to

slow (yeah)

Midnight on Manhattan stones

We don't have to walk alone Amber in a crystal glass

Watching every stranger pass

Falling in love with just the air tonight

Underneath the golden barroom light

Two stools pulled together now

Speaking easy, wonder how The quiet hours

make the truth spill free

Like a half-forgotten melody

Streets outside are slick and black

No reason left for heading back

(oh, midnight in New

York)

Midnight on Manhattan stones

Never felt so far from home Amber in a crystal glass

Let the restless winter pass

We fell in love with just the air tonight

Underneath the golden barroom light

(yeah,

under the light)

Just the rain and you and me

Off the grid on Fifth Avenue

(mmm,

so

slow)