Different town, different men Train horn blowing at 2:00 am This is the same America But I don't recognize a thing Tired story, tired fear I want it all within the year This is the same America We're all wishing on a dream But so many fell asleep Old like grandpa, old like loss Go on now, get fade at toss You're living in America You can't count on anything Empty promise, empty balls We got good ideas, can't patch the holes But we're living in America We're all counting on this thing Fresh like linen, like lemonade Bound as we are to fade away I'm living in America And I don't count on anything Hope for sunrise, hope for change While America goes up in flames The screams of money rob us clean A cheap shot hit right to the knees America you're a sight to see Oh say, can you see? Oh say, can you see? I can't count on you But you've been left to me