Wake up again in an old motelIs it somewhere different? I can't tellEvery set of curtains opens to the open roadAnd I'm missing you like DellThis pen is like a prison cellAnd I know you have gone to her and I can't go back homeI've been American dreaming, woahI'm American dreaming, woahI'm American dreaming, woahBut I never seem to get no restI should get some rest todayThen pack my bags, be on my wayMy mind's always working on the way it could have beenTrying to tow a tightrope lineFind a way to feel high-fivingWithout drowning in this wine and calling you againI've been American dreaming, woahI'm American dreaming, woahI'm American dreaming, woahBut I never seem to get no restI'm losing touch with all my friendsWant to remind me who I amIf I could just get back home and pick up right where we left offI'd take better care of myselfI'd stop drinking from the bottom shelfBut my old wheels keep spinning and I cannot make them stopI've been American dreaming, woahI'm American dreaming, woahI'm American dreaming, woahBut I never seem to get no restI'll get back home and try to beSomeone that's something like meBut I've forgotten all my angels out here in the windI'm sitting odder with my mindMeditate to pass the timeBut there's something inside setting sail all over againI'm American dreaming, woahI'm American dreaming, woahI'm American dreaming, woahBut I never seem to get no restOh, I'm American dreaming, woahI'm American dreaming, woahI'm American dreaming, woahBut I never seem to get no rest
