American Tune

Many's the time I've been mistaken,
And many times confused
Yes, and I've often felt forsaken,
And certainly misused.
Oh, but I'm all right,
I'm all right,
I'm just weary to my bones—
Still, you don't expect to be bright and bon vivant
So far away from home,
So far away from home.

I don't know a soul who's not been battered;
I don't have a friend who feels at ease.
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered,
Or driven to its knees.
Oh, but it's all right,
It's all right,
For we've lived so well, so long—
Still, when I think of the road
We're traveling on,
I wonder what's gone wrong;
I can't help it, I wonder
What's gone wrong.

And I dreamed I was dying.

I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly,
And looking back down at me,
Smiled reassuringly.
And I dreamed I was flying.

High up above, my eyes could clearly see
The statue of liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was crying.

We come on the ship they call "Mayflower,"
We come on the ship that sailed to the moon,
We come in the age's most uncertain hour,
And sing an American tune.
Oh, and it's all right,
It's all right, it's all right;
You can't be forever blessed—
Still, tomorrow's gonna be another working day,
And I'm trying to get some rest;
That's all, I'm trying
To get some rest.