Looking out the window, it feels like I've been here before
The shady patch of green behind the big box store
'Round another corner past the swinging light
In the back of a Cutlass Ciera one night

In America, America
I'm just pulling out my hair
Trying to remember where I was
In America, I swear I saw you
Running for the back door

I followed you like breadcrumbs out on county roads
Where the only thing that mattered was lightening my load
At an Exxon station I stopped for a drink
And I washed the memories down the dirty bathroom sink

In America, America
I'm just pulling out my hair
Trying to remember where I was
In America, I swear I saw you
Running for the back door

Elevators, old songs
Empty bottles, so long
After midnight, when I was young
The ice melted on my tongue

Elevators
Broken glass
Nothing lasts

I finally figured out that everything was lost
So I climbed in my wagon
And started across the wide open prairie
And headed up to the lake
Where is what's good here?
And what are we going to make of

America, America
I'm just pulling out my hair
Trying to remember where I was
In America, I swear I saw you
Running for the back door
Running for the back door

Elevators, old songs
Empty bottles, so long
After midnight, when I was young
The ice melted on my tongue

Elevators
Broken glass
Nothing lasts (nothing ever lasts)
Elevators

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Writer(s): Aoife Maria O'Donovan