Is this how it was intended?
The sunrise over smokestacks 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
'Cause 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 on the dashboard of America

I'm tryin' to believe in you;
This world sold its fate for parking lots and drunk sincerity
Please don't forget who you really are
'Cause 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
'Cause nothing really matters when we're gone
Nothing really matters!
I'm tryin' to believe in you (4x)