A Randy Newman song, my young heart
The opening of major league
I was ready then, steal the third
And Cleveland was the place to be

And the ghost of my hungry self
Linger in the way I feel
It's been long since I felt it all
I'm just waiting on a word from America

There I could stumble home, fall in love
Unknowing what I couldn't be
The Carolina Wren in my heart
Pointing at the man in me

And the ghost of my rising self
Longing for the place to be
It's been long since I've felt your face
And I'm waiting on a word from America

And to fall into friendly arms
Sunny's will you set me free
It's been long since I felt it all
Somewhere deep into the night of America

Can we just sing our song
Until we sing it right
You'll be the rolling cloud
I'll be the endless sky

When you're all I know
And all I see
Your trees they sway in time, and oh
I'm carried by the reckless of your dream

A Randy Newman song, my young heart
Longing for the place to be
I would run right out play my part
And Cleveland was a place in me

And the ghost of my hungry self
Linger in the way I speak
It's been long since I felt it all
I'm just waiting on a word from America