Is this how it was intended? The sunrise over smoke stacks in the Midwest,
the beauty of this abandoned factory.
Christmas lights blinking on and off all out of time
in what used to be, your pink house dreams of a middle class
America, I'm trying to believe in you,
but all these satellites and shattered dreams are blocking out my view.
Please don't forget who you really are, because nothing really matters when we're gone
Fell in love with his keno waitress
They honeymooned in Memphis; they were married by the drive up window.
all used up on the dashboard of
America, I'm trying to believe in you
this world sold its fate for parking lots and drunk sincerity
Please don't forget who you really are, because nothing really matters when we're -
You'll be saddened to know the train tracks you once walked as a
young boy are now nothing but a graveyard
Please don't forget how small we really are, because nothing really matters when we're gone.
I'm trying to believe in you (x4)