Patriot

Ticker tape flutters to the ground

The young man standing in the crowd

Waves a paper flag flutter

Hand on his heart

He is proud

Dropping far away

By the grace of god we will go on

By the grace of god we will go on

But time is crucified

Songs from our hearts have shriveled and died

The cowboy really needs this too

But the audience don't think to get by to get by

Two hundred thousand people in a square

Where we're really going somewhere

We're going somewhere

Dropping far away

I'm dropping far away

By the grace of god we will go on

By the grace of god we will go on

But time is crucified

Songs from our hearts have shriveled and died

The cowboy really needs this too

But the audience don't think to get by to get by

To get by, to get by, to get by, to get by...