I Guess The Lord Must Be In New York City Lyrics - Sinead Oconnor

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