January 2008

Lyrics

The first time, you know I thought I was dreaming But I wanna do it again, but I wanna do it again The second time I really started believing I wanna call you my friend, but I wanna call you my friend Well, North America's a beautiful place You got the long desert roads, gonna take you into outer space Well, North America's a beautiful place and you know I'd like to do it all again But I don't want to go home anymore No, no no no! No, I don't want to turn back round tomorrow No, no no no! But I don't want to go home anymore No, no no no! No, I don't want to turn back round tomorrow But now I'm not too sure So it started going but I gotta go reach it You gotta fall on your face, you wanna do it again If it's a column then get on with the preaching You gotta be a disgrace, you wanna do it again Well, North America's a beautiful place You got a thousand close friends all scattered through time and space Well, North America's a beautiful place and you know I'd like to do it all again But I don't want to go home anymore No, no no no! No, I don't want to turn back round tomorrow No, no no no! No I don't want to go home anymore No, no no no! No, I don't want to turn back round tomorrow (All I want is a saxophone!)