Erica America

Erica America

Fremont street lies empty

A cleaning vehicle drew a line across my camera’s lens

I whispered our names, “Erica and Jens”

Erica America

They demolished a frontier casino

And the day after the air smelled like popcorn and ladies' perfume

Sinatra had his shit figured out, I presume

Erica America

Erica America

Summer never ends here

I said to myself, as if that would make things better

Summer is exhausting me with its exhaust fumes and empty promises

And promises of no more empty promises

Erica America

I wish I’d never met you

Like I wish I’d never tasted wine

Or tasted it from lips that weren’t mine

Now every drop tastes more bitter all the time

Erica America

Erica America

I wish I’d never met you

Like I wish I’d never tasted wine

Or tasted it from lips that weren’t mine