Edgar Allan Poe's tell-tale heart and his dream of America
Of the Grateful Dead and all that us Europeans left unsaid
Of the wide open prairies and the narrow canyons
The Atlantic-Pacific highway and 'I did it my way'.
The Chicago meatyards of Upton Sinclair. In the jungle
Fascism everywhere. Capitalism plus murder and in America plus ads
Time square. Even when you've been there, you've
Never been there. You'll swear. I’ll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don’t know
I’ll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you’re home.
So from Manhatten Island to Birmingham Alabam
From Puritan believer to the 'big I-am'
The radio jocks would argue with the wind
And in a sort of Stephen King, spooky way
We end-up where we begin.