Testo Big city sundays Chris De Burgh

Big city sundays

Birds on the wind, 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 is 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 is 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 is 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, just me and the rain
on big city Sundays, it is when I´m alone
I´m holding back the tears, dreaming of home
on big city Sundays, it is when I´m alone
I´m holding back the tears, dreaming of home
dreaming of home