Nine Lyrics

Closing the chords

To a bright white New York

We know it takes long

To make a decision

Up in a plane

He's up in the sky

He's up in the clouds

Bound for New York

Tourists in times square

A photograph can capture

Everything but you

Anticipation, conversation

Information we would never know

If we didn't go

Closing the doors

Closing the doors to a bright

Closing the doors

To a bright white New York

He knows why it takes so long

Cause all, all good things take time

Because all good thing take time

Closing the doors

His up on a plane

His up in the clouds

Bound for home

Closing the doors

Closing the doors