Math The Band January 2008
The first time, you know I thought I was screaming
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 too long, whoa
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 too long, whoa
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 collumn 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 too long, whoa
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 too long, whoa
All I want is a saxophone
