Goodnight America

I’m standing at a traffic light somewhere in West LA Waiting for the sign to change then I’ll be on my way The noise, the heat, the crush of cars just robs me of my nerve And someone yells and blasts their horn and pins me to the curb I’m a stranger here No one you would know My ship has not come in But I keep hoping though And I keep looking past The sun that sets above Saying to myself Goodnight America And I’m driving into Houston on a rain slicked Texas road Land so flat and sky so dark I say a prayer to float Should all at once the Sanasito surge beyond it’s banks Like Noah reaching higher ground I’d offer up my thanks Cause I’m a stranger here No one you would know I’m just pa*sing through I am therefore I go The moon rose in the east But now it's right above As I say aloud Goodnight America Midnight, It’s hard to see the stars out on a highway near Atlanta Full of strip malls and used cars First light, Just roll your window down And smell the salty air perfume of Charleston town I’m looking with a pilgrim’s eyes upon some promised land And dreaming with my heart outstretched as if it were my hand And I’ll hit the cross Bronx just in time to beat the rush hour lock I’ve got no clue what time it is from this world’s busted clock I’m a stranger here No one you would know I’m from somewhere else Well isn’t everybody though I don’t know where I’ll be When the sun comes up Until then, sweet dreams Goodnight America