Especially True Lyrics - Vol. 2 Happiness Is The Road: The Hard Shoulder - Marillion

I gazed upon you from the bleachers 

A creature so foreign to me 

With the stars and the stripes wrapped around you 

Well how could I know there was England below? 

I gazed upon you and I wondered 

Cheerleader with hair of red flame 

But that was first glance, I saw only the dance 

And the distance from New York to Yorkshire 

Truth's always stranger than fiction 

And here it's especially true 

Here in the home of Miss USA 

What's a wide-eyed English boy going to do? 

I never knew much about baseball 

But I was quick with the US cliché 

The crowd gave a roar and I don't know what for 

The Major League rules get me so confused 

Truth's always stranger than fiction 

The cheerleader showed me around 

You with the heart of the USA 

And me with the spite of a small English town 

Central Park after dark, is safe these days 

Depending on the game you play. 

America, house of Blues 

What do you know? 

Gimme the news. 

America, shock and awe. 

Not any more. 

America I'm ready for you 

Tell me what to do 

Tell me what to do 

Tell me what to do.