Running down around the towns along the shore,
When I was sixteen and on my own.
No, I couldn’t tell you what the hell those brakes were for,
I was just trying to hear my song . . .
Now I’m sitting by the highway,
Down by that highway side.
Everybody’s going somewhere,
Just as fast as they can ride.
I guess they’ve got a lot to do,
Before they can rest assured.
Their lives are justified.
I’ve been up and down that highway,
But no matter what I see,
I can’t help feeling,
We’ll never get where we want to be.
A friend said, close your eyes, and try a few of these,
I thought I was flying like a bird,
So far above my sorrow,
But when I looked down,
I was on my knees.
RePugs said close your eyes, America . . .
And try a few of these tax cuts for the rich, the wealth will trickle down. And America believed them.