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Here I am, standing all alone. |
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Seems like I'm a thousand miles from home. |
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You know that never did I have a friend. |
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You know I never had a dollar that I could lend. |
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And sometimes I get down on my knees |
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And I wonder if He sees. |
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New York City is where I'm from. |
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Down there in the ghetto, where you don't come. |
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Seems like my life has passed me by. |
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And you tell me, tears of joy, |
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But I tell you, I cry! |
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And sometimes I get down on my knees |
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And I wonder if He sees. |
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Don't give me liquor for my pain. |
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All my friends they never came back again. |
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Nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide. |
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Just me in the ghetto with you looking in from outside. |
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And sometimes I get down on my knees |
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And I wonder if He sees. |
