Innocence isn′t my America

Fabricated and struck from skies above

Now we find ourselves stuck standing in this place

Here we are again, the dance of days

No!

A stance to change so

To will it within

Find friend in foe

To risk it all

The task of love

I'd risk it all for the chance of love and nothing returned

Read the news today, oh boy

I gotta say what an idea...

Nevertheless

This too shall pass

Ivory and ebony

Neither of but in between

America