i'm on a plane, heading to new york, to see my sister
i dont no really know what i'm heading for
but thats just like me, to leave my friends behind
holding hands, at least holdin hands in my eyes
and its hard, hard when you don't know why your leaving
yes and its so so hard
but theres three thousand miles from ballam to brooklyn
i remmeber the day, that she said to me, take this magic marker
and draw yourself a door
and through that door, you can take yourself to a better place
a better place, you've been longing for
yeah and it's hard, hard when you don't know why your leaving
yes and it's so so hard
but theres three thousand miles from ballm to brookyn
all day all night, you try you try
but you don't really know where your going
all day all night, you try you try
but you don't really know where you are
oh and it's hard, hard wen you don't know why your leaving
yes and it's so so hard
but theres three thousand miles from ballam to brooklyn
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