Erica America

Erica America Fremont street lies empty A cleaning vehicle drew a line across my camera’s lens I whispered our names, “Erica and Jens” Erica America They demolished a frontier casino And the day after the air smelled like popcorn and ladies' perfume Sinatra had his shit figured out, I presume Erica America Erica America Summer never ends here I said to myself, as if that would make things better Summer is exhausting me with its exhaust fumes and empty promises And promises of no more empty promises Erica America I wish I’d never met you Like I wish I’d never tasted wine Or tasted it from lips that weren’t mine Now every drop tastes more bitter all the time Erica America Erica America I wish I’d never met you Like I wish I’d never tasted wine Or tasted it from lips that weren’t mine