I made my home in a ten-ton bomb And I was so happy with 28 years of free fallin’ Oh but now it’s all guts and I’m bawlin' She was born in a tenement walk-up With shit for nerves, you know she never learned to talk to adults She said ‘everything's easier in here’
Like the dancer with bruises who gathers the cash When the music is through, no she don’t look back I’ve come to look for America too
All I ever wanted was a spot in the mountains With an a-frame cabin and nobody counting our days Or cursing or praising on name But the best we could do is to enter the void Like a wide-eyed child waking up to the noise of East Harlem Don’t they see that we’re starving?
Like the dancer with bruises who gathers the cash When the music is through, no she don’t look back I’ve come to look for America too And we stole the car on the 4th of July I pawned my guitar and we drove through the night I’ve come to look for America too
(Woah, woah) I’ve come to look for America too (Woah, woah, woah) I’ve come to look for America too
Like the dancer with bruises who gathers the cash When the music is through, no she don’t look back I’ve come to look for America too (woah) And we stole the car on the 4th of July I pawned my guitar and we drove through the night I’ve come to look for America too (woah, woah, woah) I’ve come to look for America too (woah, woah, woah) I’ve come to look for America too (woah)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
