The America I Know
You Probably Don’t Want to Pick That Up
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I'm just a boy raised in the heartland
walked my own lonely path
Not a football fan
I came up loving music, art, theatre
Things that smart people write
Maybe coulda been a doctor or a realtor
Walked along the rivers, closed up factories
Skippin stones 'cross centuries
Beggin for some change to buy batteries
Hmmm
This is the land I know
runnin through the streets and weeds that grow
in the rust-stained cracks below
my worn feet
This is the land I know
runnin through the streets and weeds that grow
in the rust-stained cracks below
my worn feet
This is My America
My friend had a house with a barn in the back
s'posed to spend an hour, but we lost track
coupla kids with tact
Up in the loft, we got lost
Dreaming 'bout the future and the universe
and smokin' left handed cigarettes
Then our folks started callin'
There was no stopping the fallin'
It seemed everything we did was somehow appalling
Now I've gone old and got an ache in my back
Sweetness gone sour, colors gone black
I'm on the attack
In a virtual world, why do we fight
About things that don't matter, no one's right
And if you log off you just might
Feel a little something
Just hear the bell ring
Hear what you're saying, realize there's more
to life that what's online