Il testo della America

I dreamed that i fell apart
And found some room
The space lit up with a call to move
It was in a pause i’d erased
A backspace that i’d filled
Not realizing that it was all real

It that what you fear?
That you’re not forever?
That all your allies are gunning for a fight?
You seem at ease running on empty
But i’m at a loss
And i’m in your car
America

Our summer fair ground will freeze up
Its hot dirt gone
Our footprints wiped like we’d never walked in the sun
October, nothing to show but
You’re posturing again

Afraid you fucked up the only rodeo you get

It that what you fear?
That you’re not forever?
That all your allies are gunning for a fight?
You seem at ease running on empty
But i’m at a loss
And i’m in your car
America

It that what you fear?
That you’re not forever?
You’re not for real?
You seem at ease running on empty
Running on empty
Running on empty
Running