America 2

I made my home in a ten-ton bomb

And I was so happy with 28 years of free fallin’

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