Beautiful American

from by The Frankl Project

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This morning I went blind
From my TV
A question please

Does that lady still stand for liberty
Or has she fallen
Into the sea?

Does a flame burn in that lighthouse
Or has the cold wind put it out?

Where are my rolling hills?
Where are my amber waves of grain?

'Cause when you're alone
it don't feel the same

Why can't I be one of the lucky few
Who believe in some kind of truth?
Like the songs we sang in our youth

When we still believed that if
We all worked hard enough
We could become something other than dust
That our bodies weren't doomed to rust

I used to pledge
With my hand on my heart
Now I'm pleading the flag
As it's falling apart

If we could just rewind
I'm sure we'd find
Our way back home

We'd find a way
To pick ourselves up
Off the floor
And be so much more

So why can't I be one of the lucky few
Who believes in some kind of truth?
Like the songs we sang in our youth

When we still believed that if
We all worked hard enough
We would become something other than dust
That our bodies weren't doomed to rust

I used to pledge
With my hand on my heart
Now I'm pleading the flag
As it's falling apart

And I watch it's stars go
By my eyes in fours
Until it's free from shore to shore
No boundary lines
Just open doors

So come on be one of the lucky few
Who believe in some kind of truth
Like the songs we sang in our youth

We still believe that if we all work hard enough
We will become something other than dust

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from Standards, released August 31, 2013

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