(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