(originally by Harry Nilsson)

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 all unanswered
I guess the Lord must be in New York City

Well, here I am, Lord, knockin' at your back door
Ain't it wonderful to be where I've always wanted to be
For the first time, I'll breathe free
The New York City

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

Well, here I am, Lord, knockin' at your back door
Ain't it wonderful to be where I've always wanted to be
For the first time, I'll breathe free
The New York City