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