This is the story of the longest possible distance relationship, between Sydney, Australia, and New York City.​
Lyrics
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The Seatbelt light is on
And my tray table’s stowed
My journey to a better life is
about to load
We met one night in a crowded
New York City bar
I felt deep inside that it could
Go real far
22 Long Hours
Until I see my girl
22 long hours
Half-way around the world
22 long hours
Until I’m at her door
22 Long Hours
And I’ll be with my love
Stuck in this middle seat
Gives me lots of time
To contemplate just how much
She is devine
I can’t believe how this has now
all worked out
That we belong together
There is no doubt
22 Long Hours
Until I see my girl
22 long hours
Half-way around the world
22 long hours
Until I’m at her door
22 Long Hours
And I’ll be with my love
We hit some turbulence
As we cross over the day
The visions that flash through me
Are all of my babe
Gripping armrests while thinking of
lost tv scenes
As things calm down I realize
How much she means