It was slicked back summer night
Something like you've never seen
It was the smell of burning rubber
And a lung full of nicotine
Shit, the rent's overdue
And the landlord is coming through
Looking for me

Man, it's hard to find your way
When you're living in the Big City
It's so hard to find your place
When you're living in the Big City

Good God another girl from 42nd Street
And I know, and I know and I know it's wrong
To keep flirting with uncertainty
"What's the matter with you?"
(What's the matter with you?)
"What's the matter with me?"
I keep falling in love so easily

And it's hard to find your way
When you're living in the Big City
It's so hard to find your place
When you're living in the Big City
It get's harder every day
When you're living in the Big City

I wanna do what's in my heart
(You gotta do it for the money)
I wanna do it for the art
(But how you gonna get money?)
I wanna do what's in my heart
But it's left me so damn scarred

It's so hard to find your place
When you're living in the Big City
Is it worth the price you pay
To be living in the Big City?