There's nothing new, nothing planned   It's not even sad or slightly grand   Only you and me apart   Still thinkin' how we got too smart   Tryin' to build on sand.      Was it you fault, was it me?   I can't remember or no longer see straight   But if you decide to write   Make it fast, make it tonight   There just might be someone else.      This American dream   Is wearing thin at the seams   We all seem to go through phases   And phrases that don't always rhyme.      If I came back unannounced   Would you still be expecting me   Would it be a nice surprise   Could we start again and this time try   Or would I find you with someone else?      INSTRUMENTAL      This American dream   Is wearing thin at the seams   We all seem to go through phases   And phrases that don't always rhyme.      If I came back unannounced   Would you still be expecting me   And would it be a nice surprise   Could we start again and this time try   Or would I find you with someone else?