Elevators
Looking out the window, feels like I've been here before
The shady patch of green behind the big box store
'Round another corner and past the swinging light
In the back of a Cutlass Ciera one night
In America, America
I'm just pulling out my hair trying to remember where I was
In America
I swear I saw you, running for the back door
I followed you like breadcrumbs out on the kind of roads
Where the only thing that mattered was lightening my load
At an Exxon station I stopped for a drink
And I washed the memories down the dirty bathroom sink
In America, America
I'm just pulling out my hair trying to remember where I was
In America
I swear I saw you, running for the back door
Elevators, old songs
Empty bottles
So long
After midnight
When I was young
The ice melted on my tongue
Elevators
Broken glass
Nothing lasts
I finally figured out that everything was lost
So I climbed in my wagon and started across
The wide open prairie, headed up to the lake
Where is what's good here? And what are we going to make
Of America, America
I'm just pulling out my hair trying to remember where I was
In America
I swear I saw you, running for the back door
Elevators
Old songs
Empty bottles, so long
After midnight
When I was young
The ice melted on my tongue
Elevators
Broken glass
Nothing lasts
Elevators
The shady patch of green behind the big box store
'Round another corner and past the swinging light
In the back of a Cutlass Ciera one night
In America, America
I'm just pulling out my hair trying to remember where I was
In America
I swear I saw you, running for the back door
I followed you like breadcrumbs out on the kind of roads
Where the only thing that mattered was lightening my load
At an Exxon station I stopped for a drink
And I washed the memories down the dirty bathroom sink
In America, America
I'm just pulling out my hair trying to remember where I was
In America
I swear I saw you, running for the back door
Elevators, old songs
Empty bottles
So long
After midnight
When I was young
The ice melted on my tongue
Elevators
Broken glass
Nothing lasts
I finally figured out that everything was lost
So I climbed in my wagon and started across
The wide open prairie, headed up to the lake
Where is what's good here? And what are we going to make
Of America, America
I'm just pulling out my hair trying to remember where I was
In America
I swear I saw you, running for the back door
Elevators
Old songs
Empty bottles, so long
After midnight
When I was young
The ice melted on my tongue
Elevators
Broken glass
Nothing lasts
Elevators
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Writer(s): Aoife Maria O'donovan
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