i'm not looking for America

i'm not looking for America
Between The Buttons where it can't be found
i'm tearing off the handcuffs
because i'm refusing to be bound
you won't find me on the motorway or in the center of Main street
there's blood on the water and i'm wearing two red feet
i've decided to pack up everything and simply run away
on the evening of the morning at the break of dawn next day
and head to friendly Nashville where boys make a frightening sound
and the girls get awfully nervous but they keep coming around
and country is their music but it always seems alright
i'll try my hand at poker and no longer feel uptight
when the dealer starts to shuffle with the smile of Brian Jones
sadly framed above his table and a pile of rolling stones
i'll grab my surfing long board and swim to an eastern coast
where people say they're modest but often like to boast
they hear the laughing of young Alice and her disappearing ghost
now i'm singing for my supper and a fast-lane dollar bill
party-goers stay eating until they've had their fill
my sticky fingers hanging from tired acoustic hands
you might believe i'm a wise old guy but i don't really understand
what the famous magician has stuffed inside his sleeve
i'm thinking about now that it's time for me to leave
then i see a sweet young thing and she has her eyes set dead on me
maybe i should act expensive but i can be had for free
when a stampede of wild horses comes charging on the stage
i'm wondering if i can rope them back into their cage
but i'm the one who's lost and found and hearing random noise
lot of people getting ready to show me their favorite toys
a couple of formal puppets dressed up like a fine cartoon
of a newly married bride in white and her love sick man the groom
they're dancing on a fancy floor close by the exit door
where i awake as people ask for just a little more
and i feel now i'm past my prime to act my level best
i want to wear a three piece suit with a fancy cowboy vest
to leave this place a shadow and be an anonymous guest
i'm not looking for America
Between the Buttons where it can't be found
i'm tearing off the handcuffs
because i'm refusing to be bound
you won't find me on the motorway or in the center of Main street
there's blood on the waterway and i'm wearing two red feet
i've decided to pack up everything and simply run away
on the evening of the morning at the break of dawn next day.