Is this how
it was intended?
The sunrise over smokestacks
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,
'cause 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.
Trailer parks,
neon signs,
and an empty box of Lucky Strikes
are all used up on the dashboard of America.

I'm trying to
believe in you.
but this world sold its faith for parking lots and drunk sincerity.
Please don't forget
who we really are,
'cause 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,
'cause nothing really matters when we're gone.
[nothing really matters]

I'm trying to believe in you.