I Guess The Lord Must Be In New York City (From “Grand Army”)

Mm mm mm mm I'll 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 mm-mm Oh I'm so tired of getting nowhere Seein' my prayers go unanswered I guess the Lord must be in New York City Well here I am Lord I'm knockin' at your back door hmm Ain't it wonderful to be where I've always wanted to be For the first time I'll breathe free In New York City