Big City Sundays (Video) Songtext / Lyric

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

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, 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