Summer In America

Who do I listen to?

Does anybody have a clue?

When you rip through your dancing shoes, and you're tiptoeing through everybody else's news

Say, "What you chewin' on lately?"

Elastic attention with no definition

No clear intention

I puddle jump, I puddle jump, reflection to reflection

Till I feel connection, my ego is a weapon, and I

Got the sun on my back, and it's summer in America

And I

Got the sun on my back, and it's summer in America

Oh, I

La-la-la

Yeah

La-la-la

La-la-la

Yeah, I told 'em I said

I got a bad case of envy, been getting pretty skinny

I'm like a buck forty soakin' wet, need therapy within me

I'm a face and a body, a human, a human

"Oh boy, you need Jesus, what the hell are ya doin'?"

And I was going to the party, where the DJ would play

And Jonny said, "More parties in the USA," and now I

I stumble the streets, and it's summer in America

And I

No, I can't feel a thing, and it's summer in America

Oh, why?

La-la-la

La-la-la

La-la-la

I was walking home

The parking lot is vacant

Except a single car with two young lovers making vows on the tar

And I take a photo walking by, memorize their shape

It's a blurry mess of love and jest, it's all I'm left to trace, and now I

I stumble the streets, and it's summer in America

And I

The sun's on my back, and it's summer in America

And I

I can't find love, and it's summer in America

Somebody take me in

La-la-la

La-la-la

La-la-la

La-la-la