paroles de chanson I Guess The Lord Must Be In New York City - From “Grand Army” - Amber Mark

I 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

Oh, I'm so tired of getting nowhere
Seeing my prayers going unanswered
I guess the Lord must be in New York City

Well, here I am, Lord
I'm knocking at your back door, mmh
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