(Mm, mm, mm, mm) I'll 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, mm-mm
Oh, I'm so tired of getting nowhere Seein' my prayers go unanswered I guess the Lord must be in New York City
Well, here I am, Lord, I'm knockin' at your back door, hmm 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