American Dream

                           

Son of a man who worked his fingers to the bone

Just trying to make something out of nothing you know

Never wanted silver gold or the finer things

Just a wife some kids a home and the American Dream

 

I ain’t gonna step in line

Baby this is our time

To rewrite

Our American Dream

 

I wanna see the world from the edge of my seat 

Through a big windshield or plane not a tv screen

Don’t you need the road to tell you who you really are

Find out whether or not a man could ever change his stars

 

I ain’t gonna step in line

Baby this is our time

To rewrite

Our American Dream

 

I ain’t gonna step in line