Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WHERE IS AMERICA?, artist - Whitey.
Date of issue: 23.11.2021
Song language: English
WHERE IS AMERICA? |
When I used to head out West |
I’d dress up to look my best |
And then somewhere in the air |
I would feel a little better |
And when I’d reach the ground |
I’d turned into someone else |
And I walked out in the sun |
Someone new |
Oh, America, my friend |
There’s a sickness in your head |
And it’s eating you alive |
And you just ain’t getting better |
I’d like to love you more |
But I don’t know you any more |
Now you look lik something wrong |
Something new |
And th writing on the wall |
Is saying: «Where is America?» |
And the bodies on the floor |
Are singing: «Where is America?» |
And the pilot looks straight down |
And says: «I don’t know where to land |
I’ve flown this way a thousand times before |
But I just don’t recognize things anymore.» |
All around the world |
If you dig into the sand |
You can find the shattered statues |
Of men who came before you |
Who used to have it all |
And believed they could not fall |
Then gave away to something else |
Something new |
Oh, America, my friend |
I’d like to think we’ll meet again |
On some sunlit afternoon |
When your sickness is behind you |
We hope you see it’s true |
That it isn’t us, it’s you |
It was time you had to know |
'Cause we see where this will go |
Where this goes |
Where this goes |
The wolves will one day sing on Broadway: |
«Who was America?» |
The herds will thunder down your freeways: |
«Who was America?» |
And the faces on the mountain |
Will be shadows from before |
Forgotten men from some time long ago |
Who couldn’t see which way the sands would blow |
A wolf will one day sing on Broadway: |
«I am America» |
The herds will thunder down the freeways: |
«Across America» |
And the faces on the mountain |
Will be cities for the birds |
Forgotten men from some time long ago |
Who couldn’t see which way the sands would blow |
Forgotten men from some time long ago |
Who couldn’t see which way the sands would blow |
(A wolf will one day sing on Broadway…) |
(A wolf will one day sing on Broadway…) |
(A wolf will one day sing on Broadway…) |