America

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