Steve Alexander - The Good Old U.S.A Lyrics

Fireworks come from the baseball field sound
Like gunshots the veterans still taste in their mouth
And the dogs run inside, barking to the night
But I couldn't sleep anyway

Light sparklers on the Fourth of July
We celebrate some dead old white guys
Our hands burned from the technicolor sight
Bought them off the side of the road, still burning bright

And if things change between me and you
I'd scare myself again, it's this thing that I do
Could we even get married, I've planned it all out
It's written on my pillow just read it aloud

I'm coming home my love, it'll be great
I'm coming home my love, sealing my fate

Remember the way your country used to feel
Bright and expansive, proud and surreal
They could take it all in the palm of their hands
Dance the golden-paved streets, in the land of

Divided peoples, some live by their roots
What's the label on the gun?
How many times did he touch you?
The women and children tired of being brave
Force me to join them, guess it's the new wave

I'm coming home my love, it'll be great
I'm coming home my love, sealing my fate

You walked the same as me
We once shared similar dreams
So when you make a law, do you make sure it benefits all?
If you came back I'd answer your call
I would run to you and I would fall

I'm coming home my love, it'll be great
I'm coming home my love, sealing my fate

Save me, cause I'm still
Gazing on the way down