| City people and these city things
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| Window shopping and the noisy trains
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| It’s all fine, just dropped by
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| To check in on this city
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| Left my family for a city dream
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| Waiting tables just to make ends meet
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| Is this the way it’s supposed to be?
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| Starry-eyed from a small-town boy
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| And when friends call
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| It’s always nice to go out
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| And there’s something telling me I might belong
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| I might belong
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| New York City got the best of me
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| Losing money, and I get no sleep
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| Lonely nights, apartment life
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| In the city, what a pity
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| Another year and I’ll be on my feet
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| A new apartment down on Bleecker Street
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| I’ll socialize, philosophize
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| Living pretty in the city
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| And when friends call
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| It’s always nice to go out
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| And there’s something telling me I might belong
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| I might belong
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| When I feel like I can’t take any more
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| There’s a downtown train to carry me home
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| Carry me home
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| Sometimes friends call
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| It’s always nice to go out
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| And I’m kind of happy, kind of sad
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| Finally unpacked my bags
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| Something’s telling me I’ve found a home
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| Where I belong
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| It’s where I belong
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| With city people and these city things |