These American dreams
These giant television screens
These planes that can't be seen
Flying over everything
This broken factory
This coca-cola recipe
This counterfeit machine
Counterfeiting everything
This industry
These economics
Magazines
These Marvel comics
Next time haley's comet comes
I'll be turning 93
And telescopes
Don't tell lies
Galaxies don't give advice
They're busy expanding
Growing colder growing older
Just like me
Well these American dreams
This crooked symphony
Yes it echoes through the concert halls
Like numbers on a bathroom wall
Saxophones in secret codes
Whispers on your telephone
Words you use to know by heart
Words you used to use back home
Its California in the morning
New York in the evening
Woody Guthrie on your headphones
Speaking from some other century
Time may not be holding us
But time is not a friend I trust
I never liked him much
No I never liked him much
And there ain't nothing you can do
Your folks were right
Your folks were right
Your folks were right
And there ain't nothing you can do
Your folks were right
Your folks were right
Your folks were right
Now the time it might seem distant
Like a bird outside the window
And if you believe it in this instant
It'll never go away
Because today
Yeah today
Today is different
And there ain't nothing you can do
Your folks were right
Your folks were right
Your folks were right
And there ain't nothing you can do
Your folks were right
Your folks were right
Your folks were right
And there ain't nothing you can do
Your folks were right
Your folks were right
Your folks were right