The days are getting shorter, the wind has bound her teeth.
I think I'm supposed to be somewhere back east.
And I drive, alone with my mind,
Fighting thoughts of this kind.
And in the darkness, oh these naked, empty streets,
I'm free to just breathe.

She said I'm the king of random phone calls.
I explain it's just this time of year.
These awkward conversations,
These constant isolations,
And this town,
Is bringin me down.

Just another American folk song,
Written for, another American girl.
Just another American dreamer.
Just another American falls.

So drop me a line,
Hope 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 anymore?

Just another American folk song,
Written for, another American girl.
Just another American dreamer.
Just another American falls...

So 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 got strength to get back up.
Cause I am empty, floating loveless.
Cut me and I'll bleed only dust.

Just another American folk song,
Written for, another American girl.
Just another American dreamer.
Just another American falls.