Song | America |
Artist | Bap Kennedy |
Album | Sounds Of The City |
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 |
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 |