She wasn't very pretty,. She wasn't very smart,. But everything she said to him came strait from her heart.. . Write a song about me,. Sing a song that's of my day,.
Changes that were hardly noticed. Until time itself became a chain. Once hot blood began to cool. My ever slowing heart beat in vain. . From the nightmare I wake in another dream.
somewhere between where we say and we do.. we knew.. bottle back.. quick with burn.. to burn this away.
A nation stands with heart in hand. To sing their anthem proudly. Voices raised to sing their praise. Of their hollow country. All this talk of freedom.