Big City Sundays Lyrics - The Hands Of Man - Chris De Burgh

Birds on the wing, we are the lost generation 

We have to go breaking the hearts of a nation 

Oh but I'm fine, this city's ok, this is my time 

I'm finding my way in this brave new world 

But there's one thing 

Here on a Sunday, it's always the same 

The streets are deserted, just me and the rain 

On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone 

I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home 

Birds on the wind, sailing the highways of freedom 

Birds have to sing, needing a dream to believe in 

Oh but all changed, utterly changed in this land 

That's losing it's way, like a ship adrift on the ocean 

Here on a Sunday, it's always the same 

The streets are deserted, just me and the rain 

On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone 

I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home 

Home, where my heart is 

Home, the sea and the sky and that feeling inside 

And to be with my friends 

How I long for that feeling again 

Here on a Sunday, it's bringing me down 

The streets are deserted, there's no one around 

On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone 

I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home 

On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone 

I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home 

Dreaming of home 

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