Chris de Burgh "Big City Sundays" testo

Big City Sundays

Birds on the wing, we are the lost generationWe have to go, breaking the hearts of a nationOh, but I'm fine, this city's okayThis is my time, I'm finding my wayIn this brave new worldBut there's one thing:

Here on a Sunday, it's always the sameThe streets are deserted, just me and the rainOn big city Sundays, it's when I'm aloneI'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home

Birds on the wind, sailing the highways of freedomBirds have to sing, needing a dream to believe inOh, but all changed, utterly changedIn this land that's losing its wayLike a ship adrift on the ocean

Here on a Sunday, it's always the sameThe streets are deserted, just me and the rainOn big city Sundays, it's when I'm aloneI'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home

Home, where my heart isHome, the sea and the sky and that feeling insideJust to be with my friendsHow I long for that feeling again!

Here on a Sunday, it's bringing me downThe streets are deserted, there's no one aroundOn big city Sundays, it's when I'm aloneI'm holding back the tears, dreaming of homeOn big city Sundays, it's when I'm aloneI'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home

Dreaming of home

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