here i am standing all alone seems like i m a thousand miles from home you know that never did i have a friend you know i never had a dollar that i could lend and sometimes i get down on my knees and i wonder if he sees new york city is where i m from down there in the ghetto where you don t come seems like my life has passed me by and you tell me tears of joy but i tell you i cry and sometimes i get down on my knees and i wonder if he sees don t give me liquor for my pain all my friends they never came back again nowhere to run there s nowhere to hide just me in the ghetto with you looking in from outside and sometimes i get down on my knees and i wonder if he sees