Streets of your city are dirty and gritty
Now, ain't it a pitiful sight
Sing Hallelujah and praise California
Pedestrians move to the right
I'm waiting here for the man with the answer
To ease my soul
I got the blues so bad it can't be true
Honey, I'm waiting on you

People just walk. The sidewalks talk
And everyone's been derailed
Everything's bigger than real here
Honey, I don't feel too well
These buildings are singing the blues
You better use your sins
Honey, I'd like just to meet with the righteous
But I don't know where to begin

And the tambourine
It's playing for free
It's telling me - trust in the lord
Sing Hare Krishna
Or Jesus or Mithra
It don't matter who anymore
They say God relieves
If I'd only believe
But I just can't whore
Honey, I'm trying
To deal with the dying
And I can't score

So here we all are, waiting for God
Or someone who looks just like him
I can't believe this is me here
Some days, you just can't win
They say the downtrodden shall rule
But ain't it a fool likes to kneel
Big city blues makes the small town news
Honey, it's bigger than real