Lyrics Smallville To Manhattan - Chris Commisso

It's four in the morn
I can hear my neighbors argue
My paper thin walls
Make it sound like they're in my room
I flick on the light
Watch the ants and roaches scatter
Yeah this is my life
But I'm gonna make it better
I'm gonna get out of here

Now is my time
I'm gonna make it happen
I'm ready to fly
Smallville to Manhattan
Get out of my way
I'm firing like a cannon
Whatever it takes
Smallville to Manhattan

I'm trapped in a box
On the dark side of obscurity
Maybe where the lights are bright
I'll find someone who believes in me
Someone who see's what I see in me

I work for the rich
Yet I'm broke and just surviving
They pay me to smile
While they damn well know I'm dying
I've gotta get out of here

Now is my time
I'm gonna make it happen
I'm ready to fly
Smallville to Manhattan
Get out of my way
I'm firing like a cannon
Whatever it takes