Looking out the window, feels like I've been here before

The shady patch of green behind the big box store

'Round another corner, past the swinging light

In the back of the 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

Old songs

Empty bottles

So long

After midnight

When I was young

The ice melted on my tongue

Elevators

Broken glass

Nothing lasts

Elevators