Teksty: Joni Fuller. America.

In the fading light, she stumbles and falls
Too tired to cry, too proud to call
In a movie scene, played over again
Might as well just pretend

Dream of America
At least anywhere but here
Singing your freedom song
When there?s no-one to hear
You?re leaving some day
And you?ll put on your black beret

Strangers pass you by, alone in your room
Don?t need no-one, you?re leaving soon
Turning out the light, case in the hall
Waiting for you to make the call
Just look to the west-side
With a whispered prayer, the saints don?t reply

Might as well close your eyes

Dream of America
At least anywhere but here
Singing your freedom song
When there?s no-one to hear
You?re leaving some day
And you?ll put on your black beret

Dream of America
At least anywhere but here
Singing your freedom song
When there?s no-one to hear
You?re leaving some day
And you?ll laugh at the words they say?