Lyrics

Stepped off the plane at LAX,
Chasing dreams with my cardigan packed.
Welcome to the world of glitz and excess,
Will I ever blend in?
Hopped in a cab, first time in this scene,
Glanced right, saw the Hollywood sign gleam.
It’s all so wild, everyone’s a star,
Feeling out of place, so far from where we are.
Stomach’s churning, missing home’s embrace,
Pressure’s building, nerves all over the place.
Then the driver flipped the radio on,
And the music carried me along. So I put my hands up,
They’re playin’ my song, the butterflies fly away.
I’m noddin’ my head like, yeah,
Movin’ my hips like, yeah.
I got my hands up, they’re playin’ my song,
They know I’m gonna be okay.
Yeah, it’s a party in the U.S.A.,
Yeah, it’s a party in the U.S.A. Rolled to the club in my taxi cab,
All eyes on me, like I’m something fab.
“Who’s that girl with the funky kicks?
She’s gotta be from outta town, no tricks.”
Feelin’ strange with my girls not around,
This ain’t no Nashville, no familiar sound.
Surrounded by stilettos, sharp and high,
Guess I missed the memo, but I’m still gonna fly.