Stare Into the Darkness
We drove from coast to coast
Looking for all the ghosts of the fathers and patriots
We heard about from the past
All we found were hollow hearts and half built homes
Empty pockets and dirty stitches poorly sewn
Constantly my hands are shaking
What's left of these worn out streets?
They crack, they break under blistered feet
What's left of where we're from?
Cut the country in half with wheels
Just to see if she still feels anything
Miles and miles of desperate dreams
Open skies won't let us sleep
And we stood in rain soaked soil
"Are we proud of where we stand?"
"Are we proud of what we've seen?"
'Cause honestly my hands are shaking
It's not the reds and blues that make this great
It's the color that remains when it all fades to gray
It's when we stare into the darkness and not turn away
That makes me want to stay