Americans in Corduroys

We pushed back at JFK
 And watched our country fall away
 Two lovers chasing hours into the dark
 Who blacked their boots
 And locked the doors
 Now for richer and for poorer
 Go vagabond and wild as a spark
 It was a civilized affair
 You wore flowers in your hair
 Your mother's dress
 So white against your skin
 The stars of pale blue
 Above the morning found a new
 And nameless country
 Where no one had ever been
 We raced the valleys down
 Through the sleepy little towns
 As blind as any traveler you could meet
 They took us as we came
 No one even asked our names
 Two Americans in corduroys
 Kissing in the middle of the street
 Back home behind closed doors
 Where the bread and circus roars
 They turn the volume up
 And pull the shade
 But on the cobbles in the square
 People laugh and smoke and stare
 And no one looks to me like they're afraid
 At home the trees are turning
 Red and gold the leaves are burning
 Ruined apples fall
 Too heavy and too sweet
 But right here the birds are calling
 The early stars are falling
 For Americans in corduroys
 Kissing in the middle of the street
 Trading evening for midday
 We touched down at JFK
 And our country rose to meet us in the air
 With all its beauty and its lust
 Its diamond teeth and heart of dust
 That beats inside us
 Though we travel anywhere