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 CityI'm so tired of getting nowhere
Seein' my prayers going unanswered
I guess the lord must be in New York CityWell, 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 CitySay goodbye to all my sorrow
And by tomorrow I'll be on my way
I guess the lord must be in New York CitySo tired of getting nowhere
And seein' my prayers going unanswered
I guess the lord must be in New York CityWell, 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 CityOh, oh
Oh, oh
Songwriters
HARRY NILSSON, HARRY EDWARD NILSSONPublished by
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