riting you lettersMy room here is cozy and sparse and decorated with posters of Big SurIve never been there, but I want you to take me,Though I think paradise is a place you visit and not a place you livehe is why everything is better in manhattan,Oh people are not hungry, they are starving in ManhattanAnd the buildings are tall and the sky is something to search forIn ManhattanOh in my spare time