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The days are getting shorter
the wind has found her teeth
I think I'm supposed to be somewhere back eastAnd I drive, alone with my mind
Fighting thoughts of this kind
And in the darkness... of these naked, empty streets
I'm free, to just breatheShe said I'm the king of random phone calls
I explained it's just this time of year
These awkward conversations, these constant isolations
And this town is bringing me downJust another American folk song
Written for another American girl
Just another American dreamer
Just another American fallSo drop me a line, oh, if you can find the time
I'd love to hear just where you've ended up
Does happiness rest at your door
Do you ever think about us anymoreJust another American folk song
Written for another American girl
Just another American dreamer
Just another American fallSo bogged down with this flesh and bone
I'm not supposed to feel quite this alone
Amidst this clutter, watch me stutter, step and fall
I haven't the strength to get back upCause I'm empty floating loveless
Cut me and I bleed only dustJust another American folk song
Written for another American girl
Just another American dreamer
Just another American fallAmerican Folk Song
by Warren Sroka
