Big City Sundays lyrics

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 okay

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 its 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

• Artist:Chris de Burgh
• Album:The Hands of Man