Lost and Searching in America

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?
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'd still find a stage
That would make me want to sing along
That could 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 moves, the same songs, just a different night
I have lost it all and I will find again
All of my reason is strictly intuitive
Let this expletive be taken as self definition
Am I getting through to you?

America, lost and searching in America
In this we celebrate all that is not okay
I don't know what I believe in
I don't know where I belong
So I scream at the top of my lungs
And I run in every direction