1492 -
by Counting Crows
| 1492 | |
| I'm a Russian Jew American | |
| Impersonating African Jamaican What I want to be is an Indian | |
| I'm gonna be a cowboy in the end | |
| I guess I bought a gun | |
| Cause it impresses all the little girls I see | |
| And then they all wanna sleep with me | |
| Oh where did we disappear | |
| Into the silence that surrounds us and then drowns us in the end | |
| Where these people who impersonate our friends | |
| Say come again come again come again | |
| Into the dark Italian underground | |
| With disco lights and disco sounds and skinny | |
| Girls who drink champagne | |
| Then they take me on their knees again | |
| And pull me up and out the door | |
| Past railway cars and tranny-whores | |
| And mornings spreading out across the feathered thighs of angels | |
| Oh were did we disappear to | |
| The silence that surrounds us and then drowns us in the end | |
| Will they try to get you out to pull you in | |
| And all these people, they've been come again | |
| In fourteen-hundred ninety two Columbus sailed the ocean blue | |
| In fourteen-hundred ninety three he came home across the deep blue sea | |
| In fourteen-hundred ninety four he did it with the girl next door | |
| In fourteen-hundred ninety five, barely made it out alive | |
| In nineteen-hundred sixty four three sailors left me at the door | |
| In nineteen-hundred seventy some people got their hands on me | |
| Now I'm the king of everything | |
| I'm the king of nothing now | |
| I am the king of everything | |
| I am the king of nothing | |
| Oh where did we disappear | |
| To the silence that surrounds us and then drowns us in the end Where these people | |
| Who impersonate our friends Say come again come again come | |
| Come again Oh where did we disappear | |
| To the silence that surrounds us and then drowns us in the end When they try to push you out to get you in | |
| And all these people who impersonate our friends Say come again come again come | |
| Come again come again come again |