It wasn't night and it wasn't day

Counting something what have i found

Thirty diamonds in my hand



Thirty miles

The world unfolds

Thirty miles

A pot of gold



I often think of america

I often dream of shooting a gun

Thirty years i'm still a child

Looking for something in a smile



Thirty miles

The world unfolds

Thirty miles

A pot of gold



Listen here in my song

Thirty miles won't be long



Thirty diamonds

Birds of fire

Sparkle like the summer sky

Thirty diamonds

Thirty miles

Looking for something in your smile

I'm looking for something in your smile

I'm looking for something