I dreamt I was a refugee Who lived outside of town My family in a barria shack Battered and run down
We had a friend from America Helped out, we took him in Like my brother he disappeared They said he was with him
There we were far out at sea Somehow we got lost Then we landed hard on shore There upon the rocks While celebration shook the air We turned to hear some shots There's ones that have been here far too long We think they've lost the plot
Here I go again Leaving things out while I'm leaving things in Where, where should I begin Feeling so full or feeling so thin
Calling America Man I know you're out there Sisters are you breathing
Calling America This thing they call America It really is a dream
Then I stood face to face With a girl that I once knew She was dressed in gingham there In colors red, white and blue The more I spoke, the less she heard And then she slipped away I just stood there sinking Far beneath the waves
Here we go again Leaving things out while we're leaving things in Where, where should we begin Feeling so full or feeling so thin
Calling America Man I know you're out there Can't you hear me calling
Calling America Sister are you out there Can't you feel me dreaming
Calling America This thing they call America Really what does it mean
Calling America This thing they call America It really is a dream
Here we go again Leaving things out while we're leaving things in Where, where should we begin Feeling so full or feeling so thin
Calling America Man I know you're out there Sister are you breathing
Calling America This thing they call America It really is a dream
Calling America Sister are you out there Can't you feel me breathing
Calling America Sister are you out there Can't you feel me breathing
Calling America This thing they call America Really what does it mean
Compositor: Thomas William Cochrane ECAD: Obra #20769427