America Songtext
von David Knopfler
America Songtext
Looking back at my reflection
A ghost train whistle howled
Back at my past with forgiveness and affection
Wondering where you are now
Interjections and sad reflections
As the bullshit hit the wall
In the belly of the beast - in the sickness of the soul
Of America the Small
America The Small
Looking back - Back to front
Front to back again
Mesmerised by your perfect skies
Perhaps you′re better off without me in the end
Better off without me in the end
If we meet
In the shadowed street
What could you say
Midnite birds
Have no words
All traces blown away
Looking back - Back to front
Front to back again
Hypnotised by your stunning lies
Perhaps I'm better off without you in the end
Perhaps I′m better off without you in the end
© David Knopfler/Mack Starks 2003
A ghost train whistle howled
Back at my past with forgiveness and affection
Wondering where you are now
Interjections and sad reflections
As the bullshit hit the wall
In the belly of the beast - in the sickness of the soul
Of America the Small
America The Small
Looking back - Back to front
Front to back again
Mesmerised by your perfect skies
Perhaps you′re better off without me in the end
Better off without me in the end
If we meet
In the shadowed street
What could you say
Midnite birds
Have no words
All traces blown away
Looking back - Back to front
Front to back again
Hypnotised by your stunning lies
Perhaps I'm better off without you in the end
Perhaps I′m better off without you in the end
© David Knopfler/Mack Starks 2003
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim, Leonard Bernstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com