We're Still Singing - The American Scene

The finer parts of the city

They never meant that much to me

Just mother’s love and sympathy

I’ve been to New York and Tennessee

Both of them felt the same to me

No home in bricks alone

So if you want to leave,

And you need some company

My house is just a house

And my street is just a street

We’re living, we’re breathing

Coming home feels just like leaving

We’re dancing, we’re singing

Sore bones and ears still ringing

On and on and on and on and on and on and on

I found my place here

One town down, time to move along

And in the end I think one day I’ll settle down

But even then I know I’ll still need you around

Some days just have this way of fading

Of drifting away

So I’m saying If you want me to,

I’ll go anywhere with you

We’ll make the world spin as fast as we want it to

We’re living, we’re breathing

Coming home feels just like leaving

We’re dancing, we’re singing

Sore bones and ears still ringing

On and on and on and on and on and on and on

I found my place here

One town down, time to move along

We drove all night, Mr. Dylan and I

And in the hours we found what makes us ignite

And maybe things weren’t easy, but we didn’t care

It doesn’t matter where we end up,

It only matters how we get there

We’re still living, we’re still breathing

We’re still dancing, we’re still singing

We’re still singing