One Time, One Night Lyrics

A wise man was telling stories to me,
'Bout the places he had been to.
And the things that he had seen.

A lady dressed in white with the man she loved,
Standing along the side of their pickup truck.
A shot rang out in the night,
Just when everything seemed right;
Another headline written down in America.

The guy that lived next door in 305,
Took the kids to the park and disappeared about half past nine,
An' who will ever know,
How much she loved them so,
That dark night alone in America?

A quiet voice is singing something to me;
An age old song about the home of the brave,
In this land, here, of the free:
One time, one night in America.

Sunlight plays upon my windowpane.
And I wake up to a world that's still the same.
My father said to be strong;
And that a good man could never do wrong,
In a dream I had last night in America.

A quiet voice is singing something to me;
An age old song about the home of the brave,
In this land, here, of the free:
One time, one night in America.

People having so much faith,
Die too soon while all the rest come late.
We write a song that no one sings,
On a cold black stone,
Where a lasting peace will finally bring.

Instrumental break.

A wise man was telling stories to me,
About the places he had been to.
And the things that he had seen.

A quiet voice is singing something to me;
An age old song about the home of the brave,
In this land, here, of the free:
One time, one night in America.

One time, one night in America.
One time, one night in America.