Erica America Fremont Street lies empty A cleaning vehicle Drew a line across my camera lens I whispered our names, Erica and Jens Erica America They demolished the Frontier Casino And the day after The air smelled like popcorn and ladies' perfume Sinatra had his shit figured out, I presume Erica America Erica America The summer never ends here I said to myself As if that would make things better Summer is exhausting me with its exhaust fumes and empty promises And promise of no more empty promises Erica America I wish I'd never met you Like I wish I'd never tasted wine Or tasted it from lips that weren't mine