This City کے بول

There is nothing for me In this City What a waste of time Nothing works out at all Well the road it greets me Oh so warmly Though I'm here now You know I can't stay long I'm just a wanderers child Searching for my home And, there is nothing for me In this City What a waste of time Nothing works out at all Nothing works out at all Well just this morning The sun was shining On a place where I've never been So I packed my bags and hit the road again You know it's not that close But it's not too far For a wanderers child For a vagabond There is nothing for me In this City What a waste of time Nothing works out at all