if there is nothing to fear then fear itself would
you yield they were not supposed to be here i still
love laying in fields and staring up to get real it
makes the world just seem so clear and all the words
that they say don't let 'em turn you to clay yeah i
know it's not fair i'm waking up to the sound of new
york coming down i never knew we could be so scared
did the timing seem like lightning i'm afraid it did
she's got new shoes he wears an old hat what's it matter
what's it matter when i get the feelin' back in my
hands i promise i'll build some bridges across this
land when i get the feelin' back in my hands i'll pick
apart these walls brick by brick stone and sand and
as night falls we will stand tall proud but not sure
why this is not a dream this is not a game i heard
someone say america the beautiful blame the catholics
blame the christians blame the muslims blame the jews
blame your mother blame your father but blame never got anyone anywhere