And if the water dries, the ground shakes and the sky turns blacknIf it was all over this minute, this second, is there something that you’d regret?nIf we were written as a story, actors portrayed us in a movienOur lives sung in a song on the radionWould it make you want to sing along?nWould it show us all a reason to stay strong?nnAlright…nnAnd if I could change all that I have becomenIf I could take all the anger and the hate and just give it right back to where it came fromnI know somewhere I’d find an audience; I know I’d still find a stagenThat would make me want to sing alongnThat would show us all a reason to stay strongnnDo an audience and judgment replace this ticking like a mine?nI look stage left and I look stage rightnThis is our same move, just a different nightnAnd it goes…nnI have lost it all and I have found againnAll of my reasonsnIt’s trickling to an endnLet the saints with me be taken as self-definitionnAm I getting through to you?nnAmericanOh I’m not sick searching in AmericanAnd in this we celebrate all that is not okaynI don’t know what I believe innI don’t know where I belongnSo I scream at the top of my lungs and I run in every direction.