U S A

You wanna see some high times
Have a ball
Lit up in flashing bright lights
On the wall
You never knew know fast rides
Back where you came
And you’ll be on your way U.S.A.
Still got old hands to play
And you know the roll of your dice would never change
Miami, New Orleans
Don’t matter where you are
But you dream
And you’re running away for somewhere U.S.A.
Ride through the endless cities
Look and stare
You hear the same ol’bitchings
Everywhere
You never stop and listen
To what they say
You want it all the same U.S.A.
High hopes and fantasy lies
All on the other side
But you know you still got your old dues to pay
Seattle, Malibu beach
Don’t matter where you are
But you dream
And you’re running away for
Somewhere U.S.A.
But it’s all the same
New York and west to L.A.
Still got old hands to play
And you know the roll of your dice would never change
Miami, New Orleans
Don’t matter where you are
But you dream
And you’re running away for somewhere U.S.A.
Keep on running
Keep on rolling
Oh…