The New America lyrics

let your mind wander,
look beyond the shadows
focus on the skyline,
read the silhouettes
your deepest desires
are a picture of tomorrow
all your darkest fears
are just a vestige of regret
and it's wo-oh oh oh
it seems like such a long way to go
as obstacles get bigger,
prevailing winds blow stronger
and the fire continues to grow
don't let shallow water limit your perception
heed the new horizon,

you were the one,
you were my everything
never apart,
no one in-between
then one day,
when you went your own way
you felt justified,
and I was mortified
but today...
you are just a picture
and a thousand memories
is all I take with me
cuz your smile
is just too much to see
you're just a thousand memories
fantasies, broken dreams
reveries, sordid histories
following my heart,
laden with reaction,

all those stories that my dad told me,
they are just a whisper in time
all those things that never came to be,
they are just a whisper in time
a whisper in time, a whisper in time
things that I can't shake from my mind
a whisper in time, a whisper in time
moments that just flicker and die
(memories that flicker and die)
all those places I wanted to go,
they are just a whisper in time

I love my computer
you make me feel alright
every waking hour
and every lonely night
I love my computer
for all you give to me
predictable errors and no identity
and it's never been quite so easy
I've never been quite so happy
all I need to do is click on you
and we'll be joined
in the most soul-less way
and we'll never
ever ruin each other's day
cuz when I'm through I just click

shut your eyes,
see the future's distant shore
march ahead
more enlightened than before
and there's sure to be bumps
and distractions
but I know we'll get through
there will be me, there will be you
there will be a way
unresolved repercussions from your life
fortified with the vitriol of strife
and you can be gridlocked by predictions,
but you're wise grab the prize
then revise, realize

we don't need any more mountains
because the trail builders
failed to give us passage there
so we can't reach the sky
we don't need any more failure
there is human tragedy
that's written everywhere
and we are all too young to die
like a mystery that's here to stay
some people never go away
cuz they've got something to say
don't sell me short!
you've been wrong too long
don't brush me off

do you know the cost of future misery
have you lost your sense of sustainability
we are just a step away
from realizing what we strive to be
but we've got to break out
from this insulated blind and lame senility
wake up the new america
wo-oh!
transcend the mass hysteria
wo-oh!
change is the thing you're wary of
wo-oh!
we need a new america
wo-oh!
laurels, human triumph,
bestowments from the past

well, it was punk-fifteen in the morning
and it was time
to stand my ground
and as the gawks and stares bombarded me
you know, I didn't even
hear a sound
no one gave a damn
if I was there or away
if I died and went to hell,
they'd throw a party on my grave
and they'd all say,
"this kid is just a fool, he'll never be cool,
they might as well just ship him off
to some other school"
plain destitute

it could happen to you,
a defect from the
wasted outskirts of los angeles
with a crumpled-up pass for the RTD
and no authority or trajectory
on the brink of insanity
you'd better believe it
because it's written all over your face
just a neighborhood reject,
out of step and out of place
you'd better believe it
would you ever have thought
persistence could prevail
against the almost

oh me oh my
get out of your 1950's fantasy,
your face shines with misery
transparently
spew out that sobering
half-assed victim rhetoric
make 'em all squirm
while they chew on it
it's a secret handshake
and a passing wink of the eye
as the witches bridge club weekly
meets to pen the tail on the sly
but they never ask
"why oh why don't we raise our voices to the sky"
instead you're mute

a rhapsody!
contestants in disguise
a nation of desire
but who will win the prize
the people stand united,
reluctantly aligned
copying and lying
are the favorite past-time
you've got a chance
to confront the world today
desperate romance
is the curse of castaways
what good is skill
if you don't make it to the dance
despite circumstance
you've got a chance
common life, depicted on afternoon tv,

I don't want to live
in a world without melody
sometimes the rhythmic din
of society is too much for me
but purpose is prioritized these days,
the goal is win the prize
there's a sleeping resonance we hold,
through which we're unified
so let it out! don't just get lost in the crowd
no one can deter you from your own path
there's no trip too remote
from which you can't come back

it's a long way to the promise land
so you'd better well know your way
where's a ship on the ocean
and an albatross who is trying to lead you astray
leaders, politicians, and power whores
are in line to receive your choice
and you bet your ass, if you give it to them,
they will gladly take your voice
and it's a long way to the promise land
wo-oh oh oh oh
it's a long way to the promise land,