Search For America

Written April 6, 2014 Pack up your things Place them into boxes And load them all into the car Cause we're headed off in the morning To sail off with the sunrise And coast off into the night sky Over open fields of rye and wheat Through rain or shine Snow or sleet we will find Our way to a new home We're off on our search for America As days bleed into weeks We're peacefully sailing  With the wind on our cheeks Rest your head, while I sail you can sleep While I cruise under Pink Moons You're dreaming to Astral Weeks They remind us of home But sound more and more foreign As the rain keeps on pouring behind us But the sun continues to shine on the horizon As we continue on with our search for America