Alba s touto skladbou:
Bottled at Source – The Best of the Source Years,
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
