Aspiring artist and businessman compare notes on their futures
“This is it, gonna graduate soon, what’cha gonna do?”
He said, “I don’t know, you?”
She said “I’ll head out west towards mountain crests.
I’ll chase my dream, my American Dream.
I’ll hit the bars, play my guitar, I’ll raise hell & won’t ask for anything
Cause I’ve got what I need – and that’s life
The sun flies from the east, as will I
And I’ll be singing… woohoo!”
He said “Woah slow down, just you wait
I won’t go to Californicate…
So come with me, to the city
Come with me, babe, ok? Great”
She said “Oh slow down, what’ch'you gonna do?”
“Me?” he asked “Well to tell you the truth...
I got this dream, yeah, I been thinking,
I got this dream, my American Dream, and it goes like:
"I’m gonna be a suit – blue collar, white collar, anything to get that dollar
I wanna be a suit – ball buster, get all flustered, yellin on my cellular phone
I’ve gotta be a suit – advantage taker, money maker, see pure innocence, I’ll break her down…
“For the money, the dough that you know, man, we know it’s about”
So this girl saw his world, shook her curls, said “yo, man, I’m out!
But I’ll be singing…"
Where are we, where are we going?
Is it cash or true love that we’re growing?
The green countryside that we’re mowing and throwing away
Said, where are we, where are we going?
Is it cash or green grass that we’re growing?
The green countryside that we’re mowing and throwing away.
He said, “It’s your loss babe, you just tossed away your chance to be truly happy”
She said “No”. She said:
"I don’t have to be a suit – blue collar, white collar, I anything to get that dollar
I don’t wanna be a suite – ball buster, get all flustered, yellin on my cellular phone
I don’t have to be a suit – advantage taker, money maker, see pure innocence?
You’ll break her down… but you can’t break me down
Cause I’ll be singing.."
Where are we, where are we going?