Oh, my love, it's a long way we've come From the freckled hills to the steel and glass canyons From the stony fields to hanging steel from sky From digging in our pockets for a reason not to say goodbye
These are the hands that built America America
Last saw your face in a watercolor sky As sea birds argue, a long goodbye I took your kiss on the spray of the New Line Star You gotta live with your dreams, don't make them so hard
And these are the hands that built America America
Of all the promises, is this one we could keep Of all of the dreams, is this one still out of reach
Halle, holy
It's early fall, there's a cloud on the New York skyline Innocence dragged across a yellow line
These are the hands that built America These are the hands that built America America America