Mary Chapin Carpenter – Goodnight America (Guitar)

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I'm standing at a traffic light somewhere in West L.A.

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Waiting for the sign to change then I'll be on my way

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The noise, the heat, the crush of cars just robs me of my nerve

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And someone yells and blasts their horn and pins me to the curb

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I'm a stranger here, no one you would know

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My ship has not come in but I keep hoping though

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And I keep looking past, the sun that sets above

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Saying to myself, goodnight America

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And I'm driving into Houston on a rain slicked Texas road

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Land so flat and sky so dark, I say a prayer to float

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Should all at once the Sanasito surge beyond it's banks

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Like Noah reaching higher ground I'd offer up my thanks

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Cause I'm a stranger here, no one you would know

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I'm just passing through, I am therefore I go

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The moon rose in the east but now it's right above

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As I say aloud, goodnight America

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Midnight, it's hard to see the stars

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Out on a highway near Atlanta

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Full of strip malls and used cars

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First light just roll your window down

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And smell the salty air

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Perfume of Charleston Town

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I'm looking with a pilgrim's eyes upon some promised land

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And dreaming with my heart outstretched as if it were my hand

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And I'll hit the cross Bronx just in time to beat the rush hour lock

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I have no clue what time it is from this world's busted clock

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I'm a stranger here, no one you would know

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I'm from somewhere else, well, isn't everybody though?

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I don't know where I'll be when the sun comes up

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Until then sweet dreams, goodnight America