Gonna write a note to the hands above me Gonna ask them on which side do they air And I watch the pendulum swing before me And I hold my breath and vanish into thin air You dwell upon those whom you abandon Eyes be true, you betray those who uphold you Gonna light a flame under the hands above me Gonna see just how much truth do they air And I watch the pendulum swing before me As they cover up all that is there I've tried to understand the ways of this land And in truth, America, the lights are dimming on you Gonna write a note to the hands above me Gonna ask them on which side do they air