“America”

They’re coming from the hills
They’re coming from the fields
They’re coming from the streets
They’re reaching for a feel

With sweat upon their brow
With callous on their hands
With love inside their hearts
With strength they need to stand

And

They’ll give you what they have
They’ll tell you where to go
They come from where we are
They come from where we’ll go

Like rockets in the sky
Like eagles in their flight
They’ll take us on their backs
And
Lead us through the night
Into the dawn

So

Tell me it’s not America
On the move again

Tell me it’s not America
On the loose again

America

On the move
On the loose

Again