Looking For America
 
What happened to America?                                      Where folks give and never ask                          
The one that Grandpa used to know                            For anything in return
Is she gone and lost forever?                                      Where church is filled on Sunday
Has she taken a mortal blow?                                    With a genuine concern
 
Has Washington brought shame?                               Where families sit down together
Upon the man whose name it bears                            And talk about their day
Are we taking and not giving?                                     And moms and dads don’t worry
Are we selfish with our prayers?                                 When their kids go out to play
 
Are her values overshadowed?                                    Yes this is the America I see and love
By greed and shame and scandal                               And I’m not too proud to cry
Has the night crept up upon her?                                She’s where I plan to live my life
Has the wind blown out her candle?                            And she’s where I plan to die
 
If you’re nodding your head yes                                  So if you’re looking for America                
And if you really do agree                                          You won’t find her on the news
Please fold up that newspaper                                   Or in a politicians speech
And quickly turn off your TV                                       Going on about his views
 
Cause that isn’t where America is                              She’s you and I, she’s everyone
That just isn’t where she’s found                                Can I make it clearer?
If you want to find America                                         If you’re looking for America
Take a trip to a little town                                          Start by looking in the mirror.
                                                                               Copyright © 2009 Cade Schalla
Where neighbors help each other
And greet strangers on the street
Where honesty is a way of life
And a handshake is concrete
 
Where a county fair is going on
Somewhere in the west
And old glory she’s a flying proud
And every meal is blessed