Lonely City Days

Time after time

The day breaks on the city

I got a lot of things to do

Gotta see my girl in this great big lonely city

We got a lot of things to do

Children play on the streets down below in the rain

No one cares

Woman sits on the step of the city bank, alone

People rich, people poor

No one cares what the other one thinks

No one does, it's true

No news, no news

Ahhhhh

The day strikes on this rumbling roaring city

The fog and smog protect my view

Ain’t seen my girl, I know she must be busy

The telephone rings through

But I shop on the streets down below in the rain

No one cares

Evenin' breaks and the lights of the city can shine through

Old man, little girl

No one cares what the other one thinks

No one does, it's true

No news, no news

Ahhhhh

Lonely city days

I got a lot of things to do

Yeah

Children play

Evenin' breaks

Bad news, bad news

Mother’s son on the street down below

Old man, little girl

Singin'

The hard times

The hard times

The hard times