January 2008 by Math the Band Lyrics

The first time, you know I thought I was dreaming
But I wanna do it again, but I wanna do it again
The second time I really started believing
I wanna call you my friend, but I wanna call you my friend
Well, North America's a beautiful place
You got the long desert roads, gonna take you into outer space
Well, North America's a beautiful place and you know
I'd like to do it all again

But I don't want to go home anymore
No, no no no!
No, I don't want to turn back round too long, woah!
No, no no no!
But I don't want to go home anymore
No, no no no!
No, I don't want to turn back round too long, woah!
But now I'm not too sure

So it started going but I gotta go reach it
You gotta fall on your face, you wanna do it again
If it's a column then get on with the preaching
You gotta be a disgrace, you wanna do it again
Well, North America's a beautiful place
You got a thousand close friends all scattered through time and space
Well, North America's a beautiful place and you know
I'd like to do it all again
But I don't want to go home anymore
No, no no no!
No, I don't want to turn back round too long, woah!
No, no no no!
No I don't want to go home anymore
No, no no no!
No, I don't want to turn back round too long, woah!
(All I want is a saxophone!)