You can go right on believing
I couldn't understand
I didn't drink the water
I didn't eat the sand
You can sing about Coyotes
The color of the grids
About the highways that you travel
And all that kind of jazz
I'll listen till you finish this
And I'll never ever show
That I was born and raised there
But you just don't want to know
Mr. Cool playing your guitar
I'd like to see your face
That they could find out who you are
There is nothing that you can tell me
That I don't already know
And if you also call in homesick
I tell you you'd better go
Cause you're that same American
You don't want to be
But tell me that you're not
I'll be the first one to agree