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, kids, a home and the American dream

Whoa-oh-ohhhh I ain’t gonna step in line
Whoa-oh-ohhhh 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

Whoa-oh-ohhhh I ain’t gonna step in line
Whoa-oh-ohhhh baby this is our time
To rewrite
Our American Dream

Whoaaaa-oh-oh-ohhhh Whoaaa-oh-oh-ohhhh-oh
Whoaaaa-oh-oh-ohhhh I ain’t gonna step in line