New America

True shipbuilding
New America
And take it as it comes
Old cliche
The split milk levee breaks on you
Like honest C.I.A

If all hands pull one way
The world will fall on you

Into the right time to leave
Make sure you take what you need (and more)
The sails are made out of your sleeve
And the wind made by you

Don't say you love me
Don't say that you care
Don't say that you need me
Because I won't be, I promise you

True shipbuilding
And your wet guitar
And no two wishes more
You may like your money
And Sam's magic parlor shoes

I am the only one you need
Make sure you take what you need (and more)
It's settled up
And we could leave by tomorrow afternoon