I don't know where I will go Or what I will do Nothing's left to remind me of you That old Manhattan I love The home I once knew Nothing's left to remind me of you They're building a tower on my street 44 stories of glass and concrete 6 months to complete And 6 months from then will we care at all About a concert hall That had to fall No one plays Gershwin anymore I don't know where I will go Or what I will do Nothing's left to remind me of you That old Manhattan I love The home I once knew Nothing's left to remind me of you I grew up on baseball and Dr. Brown's Popcorns and hot dogs Send in the clowns Like million other towns Covered in banks and fast food chains With drive through lanes All that remains Is Grand Central Station and me I don't know where I will go Or what I will do Nothing's left to remind me of you That old Manhattan I love The home I once knew Nothing's left to remind me of Checkered cabs Hotel lobby bar tabs Subway Tokens Where are the pay phones? New York I'm calling you That old Manhattan I love The home I once knew Nothing's left to remind me of you