City of the World

When I get home from my job in the city of the world
When being good isn’t good enough
Nobody’s alone in this loneliness we have
God, sometimes I’m in the mood for love

Sometime that I can’t forget, when I couldn’t care less
When savin’ my own soul, is plenty enough
Lord, although I should ask for something strictly spiritual
          and you deliver---the mood for love
                  God, sometimes I really need your love

And if I should ask: Do I deserve it?
Well, no but God loves me and I’m practically worthless
                  “Worthless!”---my mom said…

In the day I see the tiniest creatures in the world
Carrying on and paired up two by two
In their innocent eyes I can see You reflected
By myself it’s so hard to feel something new

God, I’m in the mood for love
God, sometimes I really need your love
God, I’ll always need your love
         In the city of the world everybody needs your love
         In the city of the world