Elevators

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 kind of 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 Elevators Old songs Empty bottles, so long After midnight When I was young The ice melted on my tongue Elevators Broken glass Nothing lasts Elevators