Coming to America

Ice skating in the park, sunday afternoon, Simon & Garfunkel playing. It's what I imagined America would be like.

Bowie lyrics:
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’d like to come and meet us
But he thinks he’d blow our minds
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’s told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it’s all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie