Big City Sundays

Chris de Burgh - Big City Sundays From the album: The Hands of Man (2014) Comment for any corrections and please rate Intro: Birds on the wing, we are the lost generation We have to go breaking the hearts of a nation Oh but I'm fine, this city's ok, this is my time I'm finding my way in this brave new world But there's one thing Here on a Sunday, it's always the same The streets are deserted, just me and the rain On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home Birds on the wind, sailing the highways of freedom Birds have to sing, needing a dream to believe in Oh but all changed, utterly changed in this land That's losing it's way, like a ship adrift on the ocean Here on a Sunday, it's always the same The streets are deserted, just me and the rain On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home Home, where my heart is Home, the sea and the sky and that feeling inside And to be with my friends How I long for that feeling again Here on a Sunday, it's bringing me down The streets are deserted, there's no one around On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home Dreaming of home