There’s something sad
About America
On a Greyhound bus to oblivion
The smarter you get
The less it seems
That anybody cares about your dreams
The x-ray showed the break
It wasn’t the first mistake
If you don’t try to tell it straight
The point will come too late
I followed your eyes
As they followed the wire
They danced as though they would never tire
But fade they did
And the light became dim
In an empty room with an empty grin
You blinked too many times
To tell a cinematic lie
No way to be transcribed from the by and by
There’s something sad
about America
In a checkout lane watched from above
What’s left behind
Might be enough
But it’s going to take a whole lot more than luck

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