Staring out the window as I ride on
I've been thinking about the world, where I've been and gone
Rolling like a river that heads upstream
I hear you're happier now since you got clean
They put you through the paces when you were young
And they still drink the Kool-aid back where you come from
You walked around town with your collar up
And you never got off on that racist stuff

Living in the state of the art
I'm trying not to take it to heart
While everything is falling apart
I know you wanted more this time

Oh, it's been a while since I heard from you
I know you don't like talking when you're feeling blue
I think I get it, man, cause I'm the same
When everybody else is trying kill the pain
I heard you called your sister from a holding cell
And your friends from the protest, they all wish you well
Another broken system and some killer cops
I read the papers and I cried a lot

Living in the state of the art
I'm trying not to take it to heart
While everything is falling apart
I know you wanted more this time

You always saw the sadness behind my jokes
While all your other friends were busy blowing smoke
Rolling with the punches in a world of lies
With Johnny on the jukebox singing Born To Cry
Like a faded picture of a starless night
All your dead heroes couldn't get it right
You find the silver lining as the thunder rolls
Well the night is dark but the moon is gold

Living in the state of the art
I'm trying not to take it to heart
While everything is falling apart
I know you wanted more
I know you wanted more
We all want something more this time

Copyright: ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING
Writer(s): Jesse Malin, Rob Clores