It was a 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?