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 youâ€™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 Iâ€™d find an audience
I know Iâ€™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 audienceâ€™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.