The United States

We're still on the bus. We're still in the car
It's a long day to get where you are
Hold my hand. Hold me tight
Hold me back, or i'll fix it all for good tonight
Hey, girl, there's nothing that I'd rather do
Than to close my eyes right next to you
And meet you in between
Tonight and some dream
I see the United States
I see New York on TV
I don't know what difference it makes
With you here next to me
I say ten where i've been. Forty more, we can't recall
Lost in the stale smell of alcohol