WHERE IS AMERICA? - Whitey

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…)