Look upon my eyes
They look to wherever, man
Whenever, man
Look upon my mind
It thinks of another time
When she was mine
I should have let her know
But I let her go
To America!
Look upon these hands
They long for the feel of her
Was I real to her?
Now I can't say, my skies are grey
But oh man! it sure was clear
When she was here
And now my sun is gone
I heard she brightly shone
In America!
Down for the ride thru the fields of barley
Cookin 120 on the back of a Harley
Down to New York into Madison Square
I promised to meet my baby there
On the subway step 6 under Madison Square
My flow was overseas
My faith was there
She'd be the one wearing all the gold in her hair
Though she was Go! pretty
She left me cold
A fiendish flow thru my brain
Like I'm stepping coals
And I was all lonely, thinking
Whatever, whenever, however
You wanna do it, I can
America!
So see it's all up to you
What are you gonna do?
Can you hear me America?
Can you hear me America?
So I will wait for you
Say that your'e waiting too
For me...
America!