(David Hidalgo/Louie Perez)A wise man was telling stories to meAbout the places he had been toAnd the things that he had seenA quiet voice is singing something to meAn age old song about the home of the braveIn this land here of the freeOne time one night in AmericaA lady dressed in white with the man she lovedStanding along the side of their pickup truckA shot rang out in the nightJust when everything seemed rightAnother headline written down in AmericaThe guy that lived next door in #305Took the kids to the park and disappearedAbout half past nineWho will ever knowHow much she loved them soThat dark night alone in AmericaA quiet voice is singing something to meAn age old song about the home of the braveIn this land here of the freeOne time one night in AmericaFour small boys playing ball in a parking lotA preacher, a teacher, and the other became a copA car skidded into the rainMaking the last little one a saintOne more light goes out in AmericaA young girl tosses a coin in the wishing wellShe hopes for a heaven while for herThere's just this hellShe gave away her lifeTo become somebody's wifeAnother wish unanswered in AmericaPeople having so much faithDie too soon while all the rest come lateWe write a song that no one singsOn a cold black stoneWhere a lasting peace will finally bringThe sunlight plays upon my windowpaneI wake up to a world that's still the sameMy father said to be strongAnd that a good man could never do wrongIn a dream I had last night in AmericaA wise man was telling storie to meAbout the places he had been toAnd the things that he had seenA quiet voice is singing something to meAn age old song about the home of the braveIn this land here of the freeOne time one night in America