from an orbiting station
i look down on the nation
and wonder why we're living this way
the moon punches the clock
and the sun steps in the spot
and announces another day
i love this world, crazy
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it's ruining you, maybe
you are in high-heeled shoes
so i look smaller than you
it was funny the first time
later you're at the bar
your head's stuck in the stars of the new guy
i wish you well
and who can tell, baby
we should have been, maybe
it's ruining me, maybe
now the red, white and blue is
waving at you from the porches of your neighborhood
we're the champion team but
we are not what we seem
we don't say what we mean
but we look good
so dream or pray, baby
the american way is maybe