Erica America
Fremont Street lies empty
A cleaning vehicle
Drew a line across my camera lens
I whispered our names, Erica and Jens
Erica America
They demolished the Frontier Casino
And the day after
The air smelled like popcorn and ladies' perfume
Sinatra had his sh** figured out, I presume
Erica America
Erica America
The 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 promise 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