People are making faces in the dust by the road
Pretending there is nothing I can see
People are writing songs in the dirt by the highway
Explaining everything I already knew
People are covering up the facelessness of grief
Projecting and expecting innocence
People are singing songs on the trail to rally
And I’ll take you there

People are raising flags in the trees by the ocean
Pretending I have nothing left to dream

While they sang:

America
Forever
Nowadays it seems like all I think about
And nowadays it seems like thinking is all I do
What do I do?