Jim Morrison A Vision Of America From The Book Of Days Lyrics

A VISION OF AMERICA
She selling news in the market, time in the hall
The girls of the factory, rolling cigars
They haven't invented music yet so I read to them
from the Book of Days;
A horror story from the gothic age
A gruesome romance from the L.A. plague
I have a vision of America seen from the air
28,000 feet and going fast
A one armed man and a Texas parking library
A burnt tree like a giant primeval bird
In an empty lot in Fresno
And elevators filled with citizens
And miles and miles of hotel corridors