I’ll say goodbye to all my sorrow And by tomorrow I’ll be on my way I guess the Lord must be in New York City I’m so tired of gettin’ nowhere Seein’ my prayers goin’ unanswered I guess the-Lord must be in New York City Well here I am Lord knocking on your back door Ain’t it wonderful to be where I’ve always wanted to be For the first time I’ll breathe free here in New York City. Repeat all by: José Duarte [email protected]