Working Boy in New York City
Pray, hey
You are a working boy in New York City
You took the train to liberate your body
And liberate your heart
You are trying to find a home, soon
Always the saddest when a friend can't make it
Love everyone along the way, you never had a chance to tell them
What you would like to do
If the love permits you
Everybody gets an even shot at making heaven
Wide is the gate
Everybody gets an even shot at making heaven
Wide is the gate
Pray, hey
You are the holy boy outside the scriptures
Far and away from all the brightest sunbeams
You chose to stay and fight from the inside outside
Don't fight
Make like the cutest owl and use your feathers
Make like the elephant and use your memory, to pick a path
Make like the sleeping bird
Dreaming of the morning
Everybody gets an even shot at seeing heaven
Wide is the gate
Everybody gets an even shot at seeing heaven
Wide is the gate
Pray, hey
God doesn't care about the way you're leaning
Once you are happy and you know yourself
Peace can come in your heart
You can make a new start
One day
We will be justified without the struggle
We will be recognized for what we do
not criticize or hated just for the way you are
You will be a star
So listen to the music of the traffic in the city
Singing to the hope inside you
Listen to the music of the traffic in the city
Singing to the hope
Everybody gets an even shot at making heaven
Wide is the gate
Everybody gets an even shot at seeing heaven
Wide is the gate
You are a working boy in New York City
You took the train to liberate your body
And liberate your heart
You are trying to find a home, soon
Always the saddest when a friend can't make it
Love everyone along the way, you never had a chance to tell them
What you would like to do
If the love permits you
Everybody gets an even shot at making heaven
Wide is the gate
Everybody gets an even shot at making heaven
Wide is the gate
Pray, hey
You are the holy boy outside the scriptures
Far and away from all the brightest sunbeams
You chose to stay and fight from the inside outside
Don't fight
Make like the cutest owl and use your feathers
Make like the elephant and use your memory, to pick a path
Make like the sleeping bird
Dreaming of the morning
Everybody gets an even shot at seeing heaven
Wide is the gate
Everybody gets an even shot at seeing heaven
Wide is the gate
Pray, hey
God doesn't care about the way you're leaning
Once you are happy and you know yourself
Peace can come in your heart
You can make a new start
One day
We will be justified without the struggle
We will be recognized for what we do
not criticize or hated just for the way you are
You will be a star
So listen to the music of the traffic in the city
Singing to the hope inside you
Listen to the music of the traffic in the city
Singing to the hope
Everybody gets an even shot at making heaven
Wide is the gate
Everybody gets an even shot at seeing heaven
Wide is the gate
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Colburn, Robert Kildea, Christopher Geddes, Stuart Murdoch, Stephen Jackson, David Mcgowan, Sarah Martin
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