America, what have you come to? America, where have you gone? America, what have you come to? I’m running to America. Along highways we have gone, loving the grassroot in the ditches, loving the water ‘neath the bridges and the markets full of fruit. Into cities we have gone, loving the rivers in their glories, loving the buildings for their stories and their straining down for roots. America, what have you come to? America, where have you gone? America, what have you come to? I’m looking for America. From a great distance we’ve come, hearing the passion of this language, fearing the siren song of anguish, but we learned to sing along. From darkened bedrooms we have come, carrying children on our shoulders, carrying hearts as big as boulders. Oh, the nights can last so long. Run, come, see. Run, come, see. Run, come see the shining, see the shining. Into the desert we have gone, feeling a flatness that embraces, dancing the dance of open spaces and wishing we could stay. Into foothills we have gone, clasping their richness to our faces, living on grass and Queen Anne’s laces and kneeling down to pray. America, what have you come to? America, where have you gone? America, what have you come to? I’m gonna find America before too long. Oh, oh, oh, oh.