America

Alex and I are gonna fly on, leave old London town

The winter is too damn cold and I'm tired of

The same old merry-go-round, mm



So we come into Virginia, rolling in the evening sun

America I think I've seen you somewhere

Back in Sydney when I was young



Down in Washington,

I wish there was somewhere to go

I couldn't find much happiness

And everyone was doing their best to run the whole show



Driving on an open free road, seven hundred miles a day

Indiana, Oklahoma seem just fine, I love Santa Fe (hey)

Picture it, a man to see, no,

Do believe she loved us well

She did about all that a state could have done to put us

Underneath her spell



Down in Washington,

I wish there was somewhere to go

I couldn't find much happiness

And everyone was doing their best to run the whole show



Well, now I'm home and I feel you showed me something

And deep at heart, you're just a tired old country

America, I'm thinking of you,

Since I passed through,

Greetin' old California

America, I'm thinking of you,

Since I passed through,

Greetin' old California