Her eyes were so warm and inviting,
Like steamy diner windows on a cold winter day.
The November air was so biting.
We could see our breath in my old Chevrolet.
I was taking the longest way home I could find,
It was cold, but she loved me, and I had to stop time.
There's nothing like falling in love in America.
Well, I've never once been to Paris,
And I've never been one to like fancy perfume.
But I've held hands with Jessica Harris,
And walked by the creek with the red bud in bloom.
Those writers in Cosmo, they don't know a thing.
And France ain't got nothing on Kentucky in Spring.
And there's nothing like falling in love in America.
America. Lift up your lonely and broken, the hopeless still hopin;
America. Lift up the hearts that are achin,' those yet to be taken,
There's nothing like falling in love in America.
A dance at a high school gymnasium,
The kids line the walls like they're facing a firing squad.
They're waiting for transfiguration,
Or some kind of sign from a merciful God.
And if I thought they'd listen, and they haven't so far,
I'd show them how beautiful and bright they all are,
And there's nothing like falling in love in America.