Lost And Searching In America

If the waters rise, the ground shakes and the sky turns black

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?

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'd still find a stage

That would make me want to sing along

That could show us all a reason to stay strong

To an audience's judgment my place is taken at the mic

I look stage left and I look stage right

The same moves, the same songs, just a different night

I have lost it all and I will find again

All of my reason is strictly intuitive

Let this expletive be taken as self definition

Am I getting through to you?

America, lost and searching in America

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