Lyrics:
I'll trade Carolina's bright-orange sun,
And the cracked-bell in Philadelphia
For late-night diners in West Virginia
And the night-watch in Alabama!
We're out after-hours
In a High-School Park
At Midnight in Mid-America.
It's North Dakota's bright mid-night stars
It's the dark-winding roads of Iowa
It's Minnesota's pitch-black backyards
It's the wheat fields of Oklahoma!
We got Coca-Cola
and High-School proms
At Midnight in Mid-America.
We got tragic heroes
(and the darkest Villains)
At Midnight in Mid-America.
(Mariachi Band Break!!!)
As California's bright promises, call out to each one of us!
(Etcetera etcetera)