UNITED STATES
Waking up to frosty landscapes
Waiting on a desert sun
Stopped into Nepali’s teahouse
Looking down Milano’s lawn
The scent of London’s summer
Piquant whiff of chanel on a train
Everywhere I look it’s United States
Everything I hear it’s United States
Where’s it going to end the United States
Like their fathers before them
They’re prone to crossing swords
Shooting off their biggest mouth
And prancing ‘round like Lords
Internationals recoil
Talking ‘bout the weather of their lives
Met a Yankee couple at the old train station
He was wringing his hands about that nation
Semi comatose in Tehran
Paper thin the walls around me
Static and announcer’s parlance
Creeping into conscious thought
Crackling the searing bacon
Every now and then a free man’s fate
