I Guess the Lord Must Be in New York City Songtext
von Sinéad O’Connor

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 City

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
Knocking on your back door
Ain′t it wonderful to be
Where I've always wanted to be
For the first time I'll be free in New York City

I say goodbye to all my sorrows
And by tomorrow I′ll be on my way
I guess the Lord must in New York City

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
Knocking on your back door
Ain't it wonderful to be
Where I′ve always wanted to be
For the first time I'll be free in New York City