Is this how it was intended?
The sunrise over smoke stacks in the midwest, the beauty of this abandoned factory
Christmas lights blinking on and off all out of time
In what used to be, your pink house dreams of a middle class america
I'm trying to believe in you, but all these satellites and shattered dreams are blocking out my view
Please don't forget who you really are, because nothing really matters when we're gone

Fell in love with his keno waitress
They honeymooned in Memphis; they were married by the drive up window
Trailer parks, neon signs, and an empty box of Lucky Strikes: All used up from the dashboard of America
I'm trying to believe in you; this world sold its fate for parking lots and drunk sincerity
Please don't forget who you really are, because nothing really matters when we're
You'll be saddened to know the train tracks you once walked as a young boy are now nothing but a graveyard
Please don't forget how small we really are, because nothing really matters when we're gone

I'm trying to believe in you
I'm trying to believe in you
I'm trying to
I'm trying to