Got a one way ticket down 
2 way street 
Got the wind in my hair and 
There’s dust on my feet 
I’m just trying to make it in America 
Only thing to my name is an old t-shirt 
Faded 1985 from a stones concert 
And I’m dying to make it in America 
And I’m singing the words to my favorite song 
With the rag top down and my glasses on 
And I’m driving straight trough America 

I wanna taste the sun 
Cause baby I’m born [bad word] 
I got a feeling that I’m not the only one 
I, I wanna show some skin 
Yeah baby I need the ocean 
And you can stop me now 
I’ve got my heart in motion 
I want to make it in America 
Make it in America 

I can see my star 
Sunset and vine 
Gonna carve my name 
In the Hollywood sign 
Yeah I gotta, gotta 
Make it in America 
Pop a bottle cap of the classic coke 
Caught my singing the words 
from a song I wrote 
And I called it 
Make it in America 

I wanna taste the sun 
Cause baby I’m born [bad word] 
I got a feeling that I’m not the only one 
I, I wanna show some skin 
Yeah baby I need the ocean 
And you can stop me now 
I’ve got my heart in motion 
I want to make it in America 
Make it in America 
I can feel sweat dripping down my face 
I can hear my heart as it starts to race 
Yeah sometimes this worlds such a lonely space 
If I just push on I know that 

I wanna taste the sun 
Cause baby I’m born [bad word] 
I got a feeling that I’m not the only one 
I, I wanna show some skin 
Yeah baby I need the ocean 
And you can stop me now 
I’ve got my heart in motion 
I want to make it in America Make it in America