| Looking for another chance | |
| For someone else to be | |
| Looking for another place | |
| To ride into the sun | |
| Ride into the sun | |
| Ride into the sun | |
| Ride into the sun | |
| Ride into the sun | |
| Where - | |
| - everything seems so pretty | |
| But if you're tired and you're sick of the city | |
| Remember that it's just a flower | |
| Made out of clay | |
| Oh-oh-oh, the city - | |
| - where everything seems so dirty | |
| But if you're tired and you're filled with self-pity | |
| Remember that you're just one more | |
| Person who's there | |
| It's hard to live in the city | |
| It's hard to live in the city, oh, oh-oh | |
| It's hard to live in the city, oh, wow-wow | |
| It's hard to live in the city |