Sam

I found America in the Pennsylvania hills
I found a girl, she changed my life
I wonder will she be beside me
When I'm mayor of this town?
Open spaces and an open case of beer
Let's keep it simple, I'm getting out of here
And trying to find truth
In every shape and sound

One more dollar on the table
The Sunday church crowd tips the least
Somedays I feel like I'm able
Then this shit kills me

There's no realness here
It's all just fake suburban cheer
I'm as hazy blue as Monet
I'll bite and swallow bullets down
Till I can leave this town
But I'll be all right
I've got a future on the way

I thought I'd be into my eighties when I left
They'd take my coffin down through Main Street
The press would clear the front page
They'd name a high school after me

One more dollar on the table
Pennsylvania on my mind
Somedays I feel like I'm able
Like I've no time

There's no realness here
It's all just fake suburban cheer
I'm as hazy blue as Monet
I'll bite and swallow bullets down
Till I can leave this town
But I'll be all right
I've got a future on the way

There's no silence between these walls
I'm spending every night just counting the days
The slow violence of shopping malls
I'm dying till I get up out this place
Is a revival on the way?

I found America in the Pennsylvania hills
I found a girl, she changed my life
I wonder will she be beside me
When they forget our names?

There's no realness here
It's all just fake suburban cheer
I'm as hazy blue as Monet
I'll bite and swallow bullets down
Till I can leave this town
But I'll be all right
I've got a future on the way

There's no realness here
It's all just fake suburban cheer
I'm as hazy blue as Monet
I'll bite and swallow bullets down
Till I can leave this town
But I'll be all right
I've got a future on the way