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