it’s the last american night dream
in red and white and maybe blue
and the sound of nothing in the distance
its the last american night dream.
It’s like I was never here already and
i’m somewhere looking for something more
and somewhere between here and there
i’ll dream of home, but not enough to draw out
some pain of going back. mama didn’t raise no sad thing.
Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy
Bring me liturgy, bring me a rhythm
for I trust in You. No, I’m not a missionary
this round, but I’m living for something greater.
God bless Fulbright, God bless the Peninsula.
this is a last night american dream.
and i’m ready to wake up.