From Balham To Brooklyn - Turin Brakes, Olly Knights, Gale Paridjanian

I’m on a plane heading to New York to see my sister

I don’t really know what I’m heading for

But that’s just like me, to leave my friends behind

Holding hands, at least holding hands in my eyes

And it’s hard, hard

When you don’t know why you’re leaving

Yes and it’s so so hard

But there’s three thousand miles

From Balham to Brooklyn

I remember 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 you’re leaving

Yes and it’s so so hard

But there’s three thousand miles from Balham to Brookyn

All day, all night, you try, you try

But you don’t really know where you’re going

All day, all night, you try, you try

But you don’t really know where you are

Oh and it’s hard, hard

When you don’t know why you’re leaving

Yes and it’s so so hard

But there’s three thousand miles

From Balham to Brooklyn