My American song
by Steven Clotzman

On these days of restless contemplation
It’s all I can do . . .
Flipping through a thousand damn stations
Just to realize there ain’t nothing new
I’ve been told that self-doubt is to go without
And maybe, they’re not far from wrong
But all I can do, all I can do
Is sing my American song

Though the hours of idle conversation
It’s all I can do . . .
Shadowed by a cloud of resignation
Hoping the sun will shine through
But when enough is more and forgetting the poor
Is how one comes to belong
It’s all I can do, all I can do
Is sing my American song

Cast out by the thieves, I try and believe
Meanwhile, the war wages on
And all I can do, all I can do
Is sing my American song

After years of over-compensation
It’s all I can do. . . .
They call on our prayers for the nation
To remake the whole world anew
And they boast and they brag, bow down to the flag
Condemn those who won’t join along
And it’s all I can do, all I do
Is sing my American song

Others take note, they say, get out the vote
And don’t let the fear steer you wrong. . .
It’s all I can do, all I can do. . .


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