My Own American Dream

Someone's shouting: Let me down from the roof
And it sounds as if the last dance inside is mine
I can't make out if they're telling the truth
I think I'll need a little background anyhow

Someone called me and I don't recognize
The number on the screen so I pay no mind
I can't stop thinking how my phone is a friend
But I need a little space between us

I got my own American dream
I got my own American dream

Don't look now, I think a camera flashed
And I think I saw a big man running off
I try my best to look an innocent guy
As innocent as only an innocent guy can

Oh!
Where do you go from here?
I said, oh! (oh!)
Where do you go from here?

I got my own American dream
I got my own American dream
I got my own American dream
I got my own American dream

The revolution's not being televised
But my television's been revolutionized
Everything that I thought was a lie
Came around, and I saw you with my own two eyes

Just walking along and minding my own business
Relax in the garden, smelling the flowers
I'm smelling the roses
I'm smelling the roses
I'm smelling the roses
I'm smelling the roses

I got my own American dream
I got my own American dream
I got my own American dream
I got my own American dream