| USA |
|---|
| When I was young |
| I watched the cars |
| When I was older |
| I drank in bars |
| When I was young |
| I chewed the leaves |
| When I was older |
| I drank with thieves |
| I found a love |
| She gave me dreams |
| She left me drunk |
| In New Orleans |
| So cold and lonely |
| So all alone |
| I wished my heart |
| Was made of stone |
| I took the cold bright needle |
| I used it as a sword |
| My eyes have seen the glory of |
| The coming of the Lord |
| I burned across the delta |
| I swam across the ford |
| My eyes have seen the glory of |
| The coming of the Lord |
| When I was a young man |
| Standing on this road |
| My empty belly |
| An aching hole |
| An old man said to me |
| «Kid don’t you know |
| That it’s the same |
| Wherever you go» |
| I gambled in two graveyards |
| I won against the odds |
| With the smiling saints |
| And the silent saviours |
| With the maggots and the gods |
| I cursed the things they showed me |
| I could never see again |
| And the howling of the wind at night |
| I wrote upon the rain |
| I found the thing |
| For which I prayed |
| And came back home |
| To the USA |
| With a heart of stone |
| And now I know |
| That it’s the same |
| Wherever you go |
