Lyrics Laura Veirs

Laura Veirs

America

I can make this cold out here in the mock up

Everybodys packing heating and welcome

Dreaming their bills in the city streets of America

America, America

Down the hill and off the course of...

Found the father roll in the graves in America

America, America

In these glowing through the trees of America

You come the road and vest for me in America

Every batman finds in America

America, America

America, America

America, America

America, America

America, America