Looking for another chance for someone else to benLooking for another place to ride into the sunnnRide into the sun, ride into the sunnRide into the sun ride into the sunnWhere -nneverything seems so prettynBut if you're tired and you're sick of the citynRemember that it's just a flower, made out of claynOh, the citynnWhere everything seems so dirtynBut if you're tired and you're filled with self-pitynRemember that you're just one more person who's therennIt's hard to live in the citynIt's hard to live in the city, oh - oh - ohnIt's hard to live in the city, oh - wow - wownIt's hard to live in the cityn