I say goodbye to all my sorrows
And by tomorrow I'll be on my way
I guess the lord must be in New York City
I'm so tired of getting nowhere
Seein' my prayers going unanswered
I guess the lord must be in New York City
Well, here I am Lord, knocking at your back door
Ain't it wonderful to be
Where I've always wanted to be?
For the first time I'll breathe free in New York City
Well, here I am Lord, knocking at your back door
Ain't it wonderful to be
Where I've always wanted to be?
For the first time I'll breathe free in New York City