UNITED STATES Waking up to frosty landscapesWaiting on a desert sunStopped into Nepali’s teahouse Looking down Milano’s lawnThe scent of London’s summer Piquant whiff of chanel on a trainEverywhere I look it’s United StatesEverything I hear it’s United StatesWhere’s it going to end the United StatesLike their fathers before themThey’re prone to crossing swordsShooting off their biggest mouthAnd prancing ‘round like LordsInternationals recoilTalking ‘bout the weather of their livesMet a Yankee couple at the old train stationHe was wringing his hands about that nationSemi comatose in TehranPaper thin the walls around meStatic and announcer’s parlanceCreeping into conscious thoughtCrackling the searing baconEvery now and then a free man’s fate