America Songtext
von Kim Mitchell

Saw a face in the middle of America
Beating rhythm on the drum skin of my heart
In America
Felt like a child in the arms of America
Felt the crowd, heard the voices of millions breathing
In America

Where′s the soft hearts in the back seat of the Cadillac
Shiny and red
Fast lane life here and I don't mind
But I really want to see those stars at night

Hold on America, ain′t it the truth?
Hold on, these golden miles are through
Everything here can get a little bit hazy
Take more money than you can make
Can't fall for that big city to take you away
All the glitter and gold in America
All the greed, all the hurt, all the glory to hold
In America


So everybody thanks God in America
Heard he's gonna forget about the rest of the world
Take up in America

This is a big party on the interline
Another way to deny
Seems like I′ve traveled such a long, long way
But I′d really like to stay

But I just gotta see those stars at night

Hold on America, ain't it the truth?
Hold on, these golden miles are through
Everything here can get a little bit hazy
Take more money than you can make
So don′t fall for that big city to take you away

Happiness they say is down this long and lonesome road
Halfway there I realized the whole story was not told

In America

In America

I really want to see those stars at night
I really just want to see
I really want to see those stars at night


Hold on America, ain't it the truth?
Hold on, these golden miles are through
Hold on America, ain′t it the truth?
Hold on, these golden miles are through