Time after time The day breaks on the city I got a lot of things to do Gotta see my girl in this great big lonely city We got a lot of things to do Children play on the streets down below in the rain No one cares Woman sits on the step of the city bank, alone People rich, people poor No one cares what the other one thinks No one does, it's true No news, no news Ahhhhh The day strikes on this rumbling roaring city The fog and smog protect my view Ain’t seen my girl, I know she must be busy The telephone rings through But I shop on the streets down below in the rain No one cares Evenin' breaks and the lights of the city can shine through Old man, little girl No one cares what the other one thinks No one does, it's true No news, no news Ahhhhh Lonely city days I got a lot of things to do Yeah Children play Evenin' breaks Bad news, bad news Mother’s son on the street down below Old man, little girl Singin' The hard times The hard times The hard times