I can hear them talking 
From a million miles 
They talk like cowboys 
And I close my eyes 
And slip into a dream 
I wish that I could see 
(Chorus) 
America, America, America
I don’t like my voice 
And my clothes don’t fit 
And my gun belt hangs
On my skinny hips 
And all I want to do 
Is to be like you 
(Chorus) 
This town’s in trouble 
But up there somewhere 
Heroes are returning 
Safely to the earth 
And falling back into 
The place where dreams come true