I see you on my t.v rushing home from work on crowded streets.
You’ve got bills to pay, mouths to feed.
Sending you my pray for another day.

Without me, without you.
I’m living in America with a brand new name.
Without you without me.
I’m waking up American on a brand new day.
And I’m still the same.

I think of you as I share goodnight.
Answers to my questions wait by the light.
What’s my name? I think heaven sent.
Moments of peace for all God’s creation.

My country tis of thee. Sweet land of liberty.
For thee I sing.

I want to run with ghosts, cross empty fields.
Fish on the Delta with the past by my side.
Sometimes I wonder, what might have been.
Choking on my destiny, I found tears.

Without me, without you.
I’m living in America with a brand new name.
Without you without me.
I’m waking up American on a brand new day.
And I’m still the same.

My country tis of thee. Sweet land of liberty.
For thee I sing.

I see you on my t.v rushing home from work on crowded streets.


© 2002 Jared Rehberg