| Looking out the window, feels like I’ve been here before |
| The shady patch of green behind the big box store |
| 'Round another corner and past the swinging light |
| In the back of a Cutlass Ciera one night |
| In America, America |
| I’m just pulling out my hair trying to remember where I was |
| In America |
| I swear I saw you running for the back door |
| I followed you like breadcrumbs out on the county roads |
| Where the only thing that mattered was lightening my load |
| At an Exxon station, I stopped for a drink |
| And I washed the memories down the dirty bathroom sink |
| In America, America |
| I’m just pulling out my hair trying to remember where I was |
| In America |
| I swear I saw you running for the back door |
| Elevators, old songs |
| Empty bottles so long |
| After midnight when I was young |
| The ice melted on my tongue |
| Elevators, broken glass |
| Nothing lasts |
| I finally figured out that everything was lost |
| So I climbed in my wagon and started across |
| The wide-open prairie, headed up to the lake |
| Where is what’s good here? And what are we going to make |
| Of America, America? |
| I’m just pulling out my hair trying to remember where I was |
| In America |
| I swear I saw you running for the back door |
| (Running for the back door) |
| (Elevators) Elevators |
| (Old songs) Old songs |
| (Empty bottles, so long) Empty bottles so long |
| (After midnight) After midnight |
| (When I was young) When I was young |
| (The ice melted on my tongue) The ice melted on my tongue |
| (Elevators) Elevators |
| (Broken glass) Broken glass |
| (Nothing lasts) Nothing lasts |
| Elevators |