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 the New York City 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 So tired of getting nowhere And 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 the New York City Oh, oh Oh, oh