America

Staring out at the old man,
Watching the trains go by,
Well he lives his life on promises,
But im afraid the promise is all hes got,
You know lifes too short to never take,
But if you stand aside itll pass you by,
Chorus
Hes from some place they call america,
But hes nothing more than a dead man walking around,
Hes from some pace they call america,
Yeah america,
Ever since he was a boy,
He had dreams,
Dreams the size of god and he was,
Making plans,
Building buildings,
He was gonna have the world in his pocket,
The brooklyn bridge in his hands,
He looks outside his window,
And sees his past,
Comin down,
On him,
For the rest of his life he will us kicking him down,
Too old to start again my friend,
Chorus
Hes from some place they call america,
But hes nothing more than a dead man walking around,
Hes from some pace they call america,
Yeah america,
Takin me down,
Takin the old man down,
Takin me down,
Taking many lives over, over america,
Chorus
Hes from some place they call america,
But hes nothing more than a dead man walking around,
Hes from some pace they call america ,
Yeah america