When I was young, America meant to me—
Land of the beautiful and land of the free.
Now I look around and all I see are Americans in poverty.
We’re all lost without a trace
we can’t keep up, can’t find our place
We’re all lost without a clue and our leaders never know what to do.
Taking things slow—one step at a time, making sure we get left behind.
Dreams of success, well they’re all gone.
This American way of life I’ve been robbed!
