Oh, say, can you see?
We're plucking words carefully from our mouths,
afraid they'll die out,
as we gaze at fireworks that fade away
before they even hit the ground...
...we faded away
before we even hit the ground running.
You're sketching hearts in the dirt with a stick,
and I even it out with a hand of bitterness.
The acrid smell of sulfur
permeates the air
and we're dying just to breathe in
the mess we've made.
I've driven you away
but the rocket's red glare--
it's proof you're still there...
....we all fall down sometimes.
Your car's sitting on the driveway again...
got nowhere else to go, you say,
and to be terribly honest
there's nowhere else I want you to be.
But I claim that it's stale, it was over before it started,
oh, say, can't you see?
I live in the land of the free!
there was a reason they called it