I can tell that you're trying
not to open your eyes,
but the sun is too bright.
Come, give up and move on.
Leave that city and drive to nowhere.
I followed the sun
As it passed by my streets,
My friends, my home.
And I swore under my breath
That they would never see my face around here.
Never Again. I shut the door
And put that beater in gear.
I watched your face get smaller
In my rear-view mirror.
I put my finger out and I screamed,
"Here's that white picket fence.
Here's that American dream."