Missing America by Bow Thayer

The oligarchs are clouding up my days
The technocrats are jamming all my waves
The guy who sells me donuts is MIA
No wonder that the kids don’t come out to play

Every test strip tries to prove
Skies go red and the stars go blue
And the light can’t seem to break through the haze

Hey, everything is crazy
Hey, everyone is insane
Hey, everything is crazy
Hey, everyone is insane

You were prepped to be a good volunteer
They gave you a bucket and a mop to suck up the tears
And I can’t believe what I just read
Again? again? again? again?
Have we all lost our keys to our own head?

Every road trip has its views
every map has its cues
But the life’s been squeezed out of the tube

Today, everything is crazy
Hey, everyone is insane
Hey, everything is crazy
Hey, everyone is insane

Have you heard the news?
The whole world’s gone meta
The lady with the torch
is under the weather

And that rock bottom line is getting nearer
All we can do is try and hope it gets better

Because I’m missing America
Missing America
Missing America
Missing America
Missing America
Missing America

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