By distant moon
Date: 14 December 2000
11. Slave Drive Manhattan
Do you remember her?
In the back of my mind I do
And do you recall the things that she'd say
The things that she'd do
The things that she'd say
It was almost as if
She were a gift, to everyone
Not just me
And I, couldn't share her
So I had to carefully,
Disintegrate our ways
And that's when I became
That's when I became the slave driver
I told her her own destiny
I told her how to live her life
And then she ran
Cause I couldn't handle it
Slave driver
In Manhattan
Sitting alone in this city
She ran away to the country
And here I am
A lone fan, in this city of excellence
So what do I do now?
My spaceship left last week
The return voyage will be here
To pick up cargo in a year
Gotta spend the rest of my year here
On the Earth
Gotta spend of my year here
Where you can feel
The Earth, you can feel
And for some reason, I can't explain it
I don't think I'm too complainative
But you see, it's not just me
It's this whole, reality
And sometimes I wonder, where would she be
If she could have held her hands on me
And felt the passion, felt the pleasure
That I felt for her
But that's all over now
And I sit alone now
In Manhattan
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