Grant-Lee Phillips
See America
Sleeping in a yellow cab
My head against the barrier
Lost 'em as we touched St. Anne
Stepped from the ferryboat there
Looked around the terminal
Paid the toll
And split the fare
Wake me up
Oh, wake me before Union Square
Got a couple numbers to call
Tryin' to wrack my brains
But I can't think of the name
Or the hotel at all
We're off to see America
We're asking for directions, yes
We're off to see America
We're tumbling in our chariot
Speeding over soaking streets
Tides of the destitute wail
Coughing up a lung of steam
Rise from the underground rail
Never felt so far away
Up till now
I was green
Wake me up
Oh, wake me before Union Square
Got a couple numbers to call
Tryin' to wrack my brains
But I can't think of the name
Or the hotel at all
We're off to see America
We're asking for directions, yes
We're off to see America
We're tumbling in our chariot
What a slender thread
I've been clinging to
All these cracks for me
To slip into
We're off to see America