If it was all over this minute, this second, is there something that you’d regret?
If we were written as a story, actors portrayed us in a movie
Our lives sung in a song on the radio
Would it make you want to sing along?
Would it show us all a reason to stay strong?
Alright…
And if I could change all that I have become
If I could take all the anger and the hate and just give it right back to where it came from
I know somewhere I’d find an audience; I know I’d still find a stage
That would make me want to sing along
That would show us all a reason to stay strong
Do an audience and judgment replace this ticking like a mine?
I look stage left and I look stage right
This is our same move, just a different night
And it goes…
I have lost it all and I have found again
All of my reasons
It’s trickling to an end
Let the saints with me be taken as self-definition
Am I getting through to you?
America
Oh I’m not sick searching in America
And in this we celebrate all that is not okay
I don’t know what I believe in
I don’t know where I belong
So I scream at the top of my lungs and I run in every direction
