Stare Into The Darkness - Driver Friendly

We drove from coast to coast

Looking for all the ghosts of the fathers and patriots

We heard about from the past

All we found were hollow hearts and half-built homes

Empty pockets and dirty stitches poorly sewn

Constantly my hands are shaking

What’s left of these worn-out streets?

They crack

They break under blistered feet

What’s left of where we’re from?

What’s left

What’s left of where we’re from?

Cut the country in half with wheels

Just to see if she still feels anything

Miles and miles of desperate dreams

Open skies won’t let us sleep

And we stood in rain-soaked, soaked soil

«Are we proud of where we stand?»

«Are we proud of what we’ve seen?»

And we stood in rain-soaked, soaked soil

«Are we proud of where we stand?»

«Are we proud of what we’ve seen?»

‘Cause honestly my hands are shaking

It’s not the reds and blues that make this great

It’s the color that remains when it all fades to gray

It’s when we stare into the darkness and not turn away

That makes me want to stay

What’s left of where we’re from?

What’s left

What’s left of where we’re from?

Cut the country in half with wheels

Just to see if she still feels anything