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