America

I can hear them talking

From a million miles

They talk like cowboys

And I close my eyes

And slip into a dream

I wish that I could see

(Chorus)

America, America, America

I don’t like my voice

And my clothes don’t fit

And my gun belt hangs

On my skinny hips

And all I want to do

Is to be like you

(Chorus)

This town’s in trouble

But up there somewhere

Heroes are returning

Safely to the earth

And falling back into

The place where dreams come true