City I'm giving up the cigarettes I'm tired of the drinking Think I'll learn a second language Got some friends are Puerto Rican Speaking of my friends I know they don' always keep me in line But I swear they're full of wisdom and I'm learning all the time And I know I'm going to get there Going to get there some day But in this there are no shortcuts No how, No way. And I've been living my life Longing for a City Longing for someone I can call my own I ain't talking about love and I do not ask for pity I just want a bit of something when I'm feeling down I've done my time And now I find I want a city.
I'm knocking on the steeple door and I'm waiting for an answer
My sneakers are stuck in bubble gum and my heart starts beating faster. What if there is no design? What if God don't have a plan? I start screaming at the mezzanine But an old priest lets me in, Sits me down and says, “Son, you've got someone up there who ain't never gonna let you down, But in this there are no shortcuts No way, No how.
And I've been living my life Longing for a City Longing for someone I can call my own I ain't talking about love and I do not ask for pity I just want a bit of something when I'm feeling down I've done my time And now I find I want a city.