I Guess the Lord Must Be in New York City

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