Sitting on the bridge writing songs
Waiting for a tune to come along
Greatest county in our nation
Is all I need for inspiration
Friday nights we’d have a ball
Take our guitars down from the wall
Playing to faces we all new
Stumbling home in the morning dew
CHOROUS
We’re on our way to America
We’re going to play in America
This is our day…..
In the USA
We’re in America..
Autumn wind then came a call
Early morning flew long hall
Pouring our songs out line by line
35th and 79
Astoria, broadway, open mics
Sun shone bright on Jackson Heights
Played Manhatten, played the fen
New York London , home again
Bridge and chorus
In the city we made our stand
The Christmas market, drill hall band
Jingles on the radio
We were reaching beyond the bridge
Chorus Bridge and Chorus
It’s a long, long way from Billinghay to America
Beyond the bridge Brommell, Pout and Glenn
