Falling In Love In America

Her eyes were so warm and inviting,

Like steamy diner windows on a cold winter

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

And France ain’t got nothin’ on Kentucky in

And there’s nothing like falling in love in

America

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

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