Текст: America. This Time.

(Dewey Bunnell and Gerry Beckley)

When the whistle blows
And the goodbye hugs are over
Then the train pulls out of the station and rolls towards the dawn
With that old suitcase in hand and a surefire plan gone over
This time it will work it can't go wrong
Cause I've got all of our dreams mixed up with my schemes
Rollin' around in my mind
I know the sun's gonna shine
Shine on me this time

In a week or two
I'll be writing to you with good news
And I can just see your smile as you read about all that I've done
Cause I've got all of our plans right here in my hands
And things are gonna work out just fine
Cause I know the sun's gonna shine
Shine on me this time

I've seen confusion in your eyes
I've seen uncertainty and fear
Keep on lookin' for tomorrow
Soon it will be here

This time, it's gonna be this time
This time, it's gotta be this time
This time, this time (it's never never)
This time, this time (the day is coming)
This time, this time (it's never never)
This time, this time (the day is coming)