I used to love her a long time ago. When things were fine now that's not so. So I'm searching through dark clouds for silver linings. I'm always searching but never finding.
Jimmy Carter ran for president again. You voted for who you want but the government wins. Its not a question of who can do the job. Its just a matter of how much money you have.
Weathered statues, tin soldiers that march in our parks. Wrapped in yellowed newsprint, on their benches in the dark. Faces fill with sadness, sorrow drawn from your nights.