American Music from American Music by Yankee Racers

I'm so far from innocence
It's regrettable looking back
All I failed to do, all the knowledge that I lack

Asking those outside our door
"Would one care for an encore?"
Expecting applause when we messed it up before

All the times I cut you off
Rolled up the windows as I laughed
American music is all I can give back

In older days I'd be a nationalist
For all I know of my country
In modern times, am I a fascist
For not knowing that there could be
Any of the way to live
Is it that our poverty is perspective
Living in the richest country in the world

Drinking coffee in my cup of foam
No knowing where it was grown
If love is blind, isn't what you reap not your own?

All my features in the mirror
Seem to have lost their first home
American music is all I've ever know

In older days I'd be a nationalist
For all I know of my country
In modern times, am I a fascist
For not knowing that there could be
Any of the way to live
Is it that our poverty is perspective
Living in the richest country in the world

All eyes are on we the people
To rise and live ideally again
Our lives begin at inspection
So we must correct our day
And dissect the ways of all we've ever known

I'm so far from innocence
It's regrettable knowing that
American music is all I can give back

In older days I'd be a nationalist
For all I know of my country
In modern days, I'd be a fascist
for not thinking that there could be
Any of the way to live
Now I see that our poverty is perspective
Living in the richest country
No we're not the richest country
No we're not the richest country...in the world

• American
• American Music
• Folk
• Pop
• Rock
• St. Louis
• St. Louis Music
• Title track
• Yankee Racers
• St Louis