America doesn’t look the same
Neither are we homogeneous
There is every color and faith
We’re foreigners not indigenous
Main Street is from a Capra film
Middle class dreams in full bloom
Storefronts are now mostly vacant
The only action is in the boardroom
Watercolor portraits are now faded
Americana for sale everywhere
Somebody invent the wayback machine
For founder’s day in the town square
America the beautiful is a senior citizen
A facelift, a body tuck and coat of paint
Freedom and liberty are still in fashion
If we can keep the fascists in restraint
On any street we used to see the brightest
Full of purpose, imagination and pride
Outsourced, downsized from corporate greed
The Dream hollowed out from the inside
Put aside the slogans and embrace our values
The modern cultural blend is stronger than steel
America’s road only rolls toward the horizon
Morality and courage, our country’s driving wheel
Ticket 2 Ride 