Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky, a dream come true, I'll live there til I die.
The kids today all seem to think they should be stars, but I wasn't brought up that way.
Bad news on the doorstep;I couldn’t take one more step
There we were all in one place, a generation lost in space.
Bye, Bye Miss American Pie, drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry. Good old boys drinking whiskey and rye, singing, this'll be the day that I die.
The Byrds flew off the fallout shelter, eight miles high and falling fast.