New York - Finish Ticket

Sometimes we all get stuck in redundant times

Our way out is right in front of our eyes, but we won’t see

On these roads we’ll find new places

With no signs of pride on our faces

Happiness seems so far away

New York, New York, I’m calling out to you

My mind, re-find, a time so washed away

It’d take a miracle to get me on my feet

We sit and wait for progress

But we failed to learn the process

We’ll be stuck on this coast the rest of our lives

Step back and get the picture

You won’t know what hit you

What you see is what you got unless you leave

New York, New York, I’m calling out to you

My mind, re-find, a time so washed away

It’d take a miracle to get me on my feet