America

I look inside at the scarlet room
Places to hide in the dusty gloom
A noisy clock and a silver spoon
A china cup on the mantlepiece
Gathering dust as it did in the east
And just outside lies the garden of peace
Oh, tell me is this really true
Can it be, peace has come to me and you
Tell me over, over and over
Tell me is this really happening
Inside this world it's beautiful
Peace in this garden has come true
A mirror pond reflects the dawn
Over the banks, 'cross the emerald lawn
A breeze has come and I'm carried along