Walking on an empty cement parking lot, it snowing And my face has taken on a winter storm
I remember how good friends we used to be, now knowing We were younger and protected from your harm
America, America You are so far away Your fossils are the children of today
And though there's joy in emptiness I cannot say your absence fits the joys of livingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
