Lyrics New York - Finish Ticket

New York

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