Jens Lekman
Erica America
Erica America
Fremont street lies empty
A cleaning vehicle drew a line across my camera’s lens
I whispered our names—“Erica and Jens”

Erica America
They demolished The Frontier Casino
And the day after the air smelled like popcorn and ladies' perfume
Sinatra had his shit figured out, I presume

Erica America

Erica America
Summer never ends here
I said to myself, as if that would make things better
Summer is exhausting me with its exhaust fumes and empty promises
And promises of no more empty promises

Erica America
I wish I’d never met you
Like I wish I’d never tasted wine
Or tasted it from lips that weren’t mine
Now every drop tastes more bitter all the time

Erica America
Erica America
I wish I’d never met you
Like I wish I’d never tasted wine
Or tasted it from lips that weren’t mine