Fuel America

[Verse 1]
Last year at the water tower, in the middle of Iowa
Street hockey, kick the can, with the neighborhood kids up the road now
Corn flower beauty swallowed by prairie ocean coast to coastal
Cemetery and church yard solemn. Dead grass summer that year
Restless and never driven east of the river 'til this year
Never been to the ocean for more than a day or two
Never going to miss the country, I swear. Get ready 'cause this year
I'm going to New York City, to chase the American super dream!
And i'm gonna make it this year

[Verse 2]
Bloody bitter defeat at the Battle of LES last week
Living Room and Back Fence caught in the crossfire, just yesterday
Bleecker Bob, death bed confession. Massacre on 4th street last week
Goodbye to Back Frence friend, hello Goodbye Blue Monday
I heard the tales back then of cities of gold on the west coast
Rumors and whispers of celebrity, monsters, dogs and gods yeah
Gun the engine, captain captain. Let it roar 'cause this year
I'm going to California, to see the edge of the universe!
And i'm really gonna make it this year

[Verse 3]
Stranded at the outlet mall on the minimum wage at 23
Stockroom October Employee of the Month, hooray
Neutered blind ambition, blinded and nearly hopeless
Goodbye my darling youth, goodbye my darling vision
Pack up the station wagon, packed to the brim with everything
Heart sunk and sallow skin. Dead eye and rear view mirror
Gas station at twilight silent. Off-ramp by Highway 80
I'm headin' back home to Iowa, back to the heart of America
Yeah, I didn't make it this year mom, and I'm sorry

[Verse 4 - Recap]
Last year at the water tower, in the middle of Iowa
Street hockey, kick the can, with the neighborhood kids up the road now
Corn flower beauty swallowed by prairie ocean coast to coastal
Cemetery and church yard solemn. Dead grass summer that year