When the bough broke we were crossing America You with your stories and me hanging on Your hands on the wheel and your hair out the window It's counterfeit color danced in the September air
When the bough broke we were flirting with Canada You said prove that you love me and live with me there And leave all of the frivolous back in America You found true love in a picture that you saw somewhere He took her hand, they did cartwheels right into the air And then they fell
With the bough broken, we're lost in America (Driving in circles and circles and chasing our tails) You with your politics, me hanging on (Driving in circles and circles and circles and...) I think I know of the picture that you saw somewhere The fire below, they did cartwheels right into the air And then they fell
Layers of concrete won't dampen the roar of the Chaos beneath those ninety-something floors And the weight of the waves as they crashed on the shore Left a cool breeze past the buildings And so they fell
Why can't you just sit there is all that I wanted to say So, we're obsessed with celebrity and all the frivolity And all the while gravity's pulling us straight into Hell And so we fell
My silence was broken, through glorious peaks of Montana Now, this is America, I muttered under my breath