Falling In Love In America

Falling in Love in America By Antsy McClain Her eyes were so warm and inviting, Like steamy diner windows on a cold winter day The November air was so biting We could see our breath in my old Chevrolet Taking the longest way home I could find It was cold, but she loved me, and I had to stop time There’s nothing like falling in love in America Well, I’ve never yet been to Paris And I’ve never been one to like fancy perfume But I’ve held hands with Jessica Harris And walked by the creek with the red bud in bloom Those writers in Cosmo, they don’t know a thing And France ain’t got nothin' on Kentucky in Spring And there’s nothing like falling in love in America (Chorus) America. Lift up your lonely and broken The hopeless still hopin’ America Heal up the hearts that are achin Those yet to be taken There’s nothing like falling in love in America A dance at a High School gymnasium The kids line the walls like they’re facing a firing squad They’re waiting for transfiguration Or some kind of sign from a merciful God If I thought that they’d listen (and they haven’t, so far) I’d tell them how beautiful and bright they all are And there’s nothing like falling in love in America I know it all comes down to perspective And there’s so many beautiful things we can’t see But our vision just needs resurrected We take so much for granted when so much comes free And I know it may seem like it’s all upside down But if we ever needed a love song, it’s now And there’s nothing like falling in love in America (Chorus) America. Lift up your lonely and broken The hopeless still hopin’ America Heal up the hearts that are achin Those yet to be taken There’s nothing like falling in love There’s nothing like falling in love There’s nothing like falling in love In America