From the recording Songs I Wrote While My Family Slept
Lyrics
Next door Paul, man he drinks the bar
A beer can fist, leaves him stare’n in the dark
Got a wartime wound, buried in his chest
Yeah his is body’s home, but his mind ain’t yet
God he gave so much, with little in return
A freedom I don’t even deserve…
I tell myself, it’s not what I need
Beg’n… my heart… and soul to come clean
Does anybody ever win in this American dream?
Good time Charlie, we were thick as thieves
Now he can’t see, the forest before the trees
Cuz he goes online, and he sounds insane
Yet I know deep down, he’s just in pain
As he tells the world…”you better pick a side”
Now click if you want to subscribe…
I tell myself, it’s not what I need
Beg’n… my heart… and soul to come clean
Does anybody ever win in this American dream?
So it’s an eye for eye, tooth for tooth
Baby show me yours, Honey I’ll show you
Does anybody get ahead, in this American dream?
Hey, it’s all in my head
Where the means, can justify the ends
Again and Again
If it’s a rule, you know I broke it
Just like a line, I had to cross it
If it’s a drug, you know I took it
Just like a drunk, I had to drink it
If it’s a lie, you know I told it
Just like a bridge, I had to burn it
I tell myself, it’s not what I need
Beg’n… my heart… and soul to come clean
Does anybody ever win in this American dream?
So it’s an eye for eye, tooth for tooth
Baby show me yours, Honey I’ll show you
Does anybody get ahead, in this American dream?