My Own American Dream

Someone's shouting "let me down from the roof"
And it sounds as if he’s less than satisfied
I can't make out if they're telling the truth
I think I'll need a little background anyhow

Someone called me and I don't recognise
The number on the screen so I pay no mind
I can't stop thinking how my phone is a friend
But I need a little space between us

I got my own American dream
I got my own American dream

Don't look now, I think a camera flashed
And I think I saw a big man running off
I try my best to look an innocent guy
As innocent as only an innocent guy can

Oh!
Where do you go from here?
I said, oh! (Oh!)
Where do you go from here?

I got my own American dream
I got my own American dream
I got my own American dream
I got my own American dream

The revolution's not being televised
But my television's been revolutionised
Everything that I thought was a lie
Came around and I saw you with my own two eyes

Just walking along and minding my own business
Relaxing in the garden, smelling the flowers
I'm smelling the roses
I'm smelling the roses
I'm smelling the roses
I'm smelling the roses

I got my own American dream
I got my own American dream
I got my own American dream
I got my own American dream