The Art of Letting Go

Have you read the latest headline words painted black and white The factories all stop on their production line And this country's hearts been broken since they all quit making sense No need for cracked and calloused hands I heard the folks just up and left after the carnival skipped town Vacant concrete parking lots turned chained off canvases Where oil stains the ground And we're all looking for something that we'd all kill to get back Before these calloused hands had cracked And oh what becomes of the clown when the big top comes down And no, no more reasons to dawn his painted smile no more No more I hear the eco of a bullet they look like fireflies And all are first born sons are shipping off to die We'll get a flag for our fallen a trumpet serenade Oooh sewer smells and rooftops bring memories of home The tvs set in its new ways far to good for monochrome Fortune tellers and profits end up in boxes all the same It's the art of letting go, let go Oh there's so much more to see doused in gasoline And no, no more reasons to hold, these lit matches no more No more