Meet me in America
Underneath the silver stars we'll fall in love
We'll have a summer wedding in the yard
Play songs on pedal steel guitar, like strokes of luck
While the roads we used to travel
Brought us all around
Ain't it true that we would rather
Trade 'em for this love we found
Now I'm a northerner by blood
But roots grow deep here in this mud of fire and bone
It's a place where all the world feels far
And broken pieces of our hearts find home sweet home
While the roads we used to travel
Brought us all around
Ain't it true that we would rather
Trade 'em for this love we found
La la la la laah
Baby, meet me in America
Today feels like a brand new start
And we have come here as we are
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