YOU_BELONG_TO_THE_CITY_GLENN_FREY YOU BELONG TO THE CITY GLENN FREY The sun goes down, the night grows in, You can feel it starting all over again. The moon comes up and the music calls, You're gettin' tired of staring at the same four walls. You're out of your room and down on the street, Looking thro;gh the crowd in the midnight heat. The traffic roars and the sirens scream, You look at the faces, it's just like a dream. Nobody knows where you're going, nobody cares where you've been. 'Cause you belong to the city, you belong to the night, Living in a river of darkness beneath the neon light. You were born in the city, concrete under your feet, It's in your moves, it's in your blood: You're a man of the streets. When you said goodbye you were on the run, Tryin' to get away from the things you've done. Now you're back again and you're feeling strange, So much has happended and nothing has changed. Still don't know where you're going, You're still just a face in the crowd. You belong to the city, you belong to the night, . . . You can feel it - you can taste it - You can see it - you can face it. You can hear it - you're getting near it - You wanna make it 'cause you can take it. You belong to the city, you belong to the night You belong to the city, you belong to the night - You belong - you belong.