We, The Huddled Masses

I sat down here a long, long time ago
and listen to faces of people I see
take my eyes and make me strong again
I am you and you are me

and we can make believe
that we can be
alive again
in the roots of the trees

I was born far far away from here
in bottles and nylon that line my bedroom floor
a liar's greed, a church man's creed
simple's not simple like heart used to be

so take me back
to that old wood
where we'd laugh and play
when the world was still good

because that backyard never felt so far away from me
we were kings, we were soldiers on the blacktop tonight
and now it seems that we've left there forever
please don't let me fall from grace
O Captain, My Captain this compass is cracked
the stars keep on spinning, I can't find my way back
but I can tell you this said the shotgun to the head
the side that's got more bullets is the side that's gonna win
So soldier keep loading those kids into the ship
drapped in stars and stripes, we'll pretend we give a shit
and keep droning away with our own wasted time
to stumble to the bars so I can drink myself blind
while the television sells me things that I don't need
but we keep buying anyway and act like we're free
and though Jesus was a carpenter we nailed to a cross
they serve me salvation in their jewel incrested glass

we're cataloged
good friend won't you sit here awhile with me
brother, don't you get too far
good friend won't you whisper secrets to me
brother, always stay free