Chris de Burgh - Big City Sundays 2014

Chris de Burgh - Big City Sundays 2014 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 be