Breezy Sunday afternoon I was strolling along the sidewalk strips Down on Seventh Avenue A stranger asked me for direction I said, "I don't have a clue I swear, I'm just as lost as you" (You belong) We spend a whole life's year looking for direction (You belong) And we always end up right where we've begun (You belong) We spend a whole life's year looking for direction (You belong) And we always end up right where we've begun An old man is standing by the bistro With a coffee in his hand And his cigarette's half burnt out And his eyes are sunken in Recollection of my father's ghost I knew him well, now he's just a silhouette (You belong) We spend a whole life's year looking for direction (You belong) And we always end up right where we've begun (You belong) We spend a whole life's year looking for direction (You belong) And we always end up right where we've belong You've got the sun on your face, shining like a smile Brighter than the melody of any song we sing Never give in, keep pressing on, gotta believe in better days Premonitions of the irony we always seem to crave And you belong And you belong (You belong) We spend a whole life's year looking for direction (You belong) And we always end up right where we've begun (You belong) We spend a whole life's year looking for direction (You belong) And we always end up right where we've begun