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