And if the waters rise the ground shakes and the sky turns black If it was all over this minute, this second, is there something that you’d regret? If we were written as a story actors, portrayed us in a movie Our lives sung in a song on the radio Would it make you want to sing along? Would it show us all a reason to stay strong? Alright
And if I could change all that I have become If I could take all the anger and the hate And just give it right back to where it came from I know somewhere I’d find an audience I know I’d still find a stage That would make me want to sing along That would show us all a reason to stay strong
To an audience’s judgment my place is taken at the mic I look stage left and I look stage right The same songs, the same moves Just a different night You know I have lost it all and I will find again All of my reasons are strictly intuitive Let this expletive be taken as self definition Am I getting through to you
America, oh, I'm lost and searching in America. And in this, we celebrate (whoa) all that is not okay (whoa). I don't know (whoa) what I believe in, I don't know where I belong (whoa), So I scream (whoa) at the top of my lungs And I run in (whoa) every direction.