Breezy Sunday afternoonnI was strolling along the sidewalk stripsnDown on Seventh AvenuenA stranger asked me for directionnI said, I don't have a cluenI swear I'm just as lost as younn(You belong)nnWe spend a whole life's year looking for directionn(You belong)nAnd we always end up right where we've begunn(You belong)nWe spend a whole life's year looking for directionn(You belong)nAnd we always end up right where we've begunnnAn old man is standing by the bistronWith a coffee in his handnAnd his cigarette's half burnt outnAnd his eyes are sunken innRecollection of my father's ghostnI knew him wellnnNow he's just a silhouetten(You belong)nnWe spend a whole life's year looking for directionn(You belong)nAnd we always end up right where we've begunn(You belong)nWe spend a whole life's year looking for directionn(You belong)nAnd we always end up right where we've begunnnYou've got the sun on your facenShining like a smilenBrighter than the melody of any song we singnNever give in, keep pressing onnGotta believe in better daysnPremonitions of the irony we always seem to cravennAnd you belongnAnd you belongnnYou belongnnWe spend a whole life's year looking for directionn(You belong)nAnd we always end up right where we've begunn(You belong)nWe spend a whole life's year looking for directionn(You belong)nAnd we always end up right where we've begun