Clap, Clap

And if the water dries, the ground shakes and the sky turns black

If it was all over this minute, this second, is there something that you'd regret?

If we were written as a story, actors portrayed us in a movie

Our lives sung in a song on the radio

Would it make you want to sing along?

Would it show us all a reason to stay strong?

Alright…

And if I could change all that I have become

If I could take all the anger and the hate and just give it right back to where it came from

I know somewhere I'd find an audience; I know I'd still find a stage

That would make me want to sing along

That would show us all a reason to stay strong

Do an audience and judgment replace this ticking like a mine?

I look stage left and I look stage right

This is our same move, just a different night

And it goes…

I have lost it all and I have found again

All of my reasons

It's trickling to an end

Let the saints with me be taken as self-definition

Am I getting through to you?

America

Oh I'm not sick searching in America

And in this we celebrate all that is not okay

I don't know what I believe in

I don't know where I belong

So I scream at the top of my lungs and I run in every direction