big city sundays

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

just 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