Sting — I Guess the Lord Must Be in New York City

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 getting nowhere Seein' my prayers all unanswered I guess the Lord must be in New York City Well, here I am, Lord, knockin' 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 The New York City 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 Well, here I am, Lord, knockin' at your back door Ain't it wondеrful to be where I'vе always wanted to be For the first time, I'll breathe free The New York City