Текст песни Four O'Clock In New York - The Lords

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
Gone unanswered
I guess the Lord must be
In New York City
Well, here I am, Lord
Knockin' on your back door
Mmm, 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
I'm free
Where I always wanted to be
New York City