america (glamour and prestige)

we came into this slip road

picking up a billow in clouded dust

down on sunset and vine

they're counting all their money on an abacus

i dived down to the bottom of the lake

where the pressure was breaking my bones

i never felt so far from home

you're more than a pocket full

with the glamour and prestige in america

such a well-worn cliche

now i'm looking back in out of this passenger

space cake

climbing in rehab and the rest of us

parachuting gold mine

a fortune undiscovered to the west of us

black car on a dirt road

picking up kids with the stars in her eyes

good thing i don't need a ride

you're more than a pocket full

with the glamour and prestige in america

such a well-worn cliche

now i'm looking back in out of this passenger

so what are you waiting for

all that glamour and prestige

whatever you're waiting for

now i'm looking back in out of this passenger

why'd you leave me this way

all that glamour and prestige

such a well-worn cliche