American Bubble (Radio Edit)

Walking along these tree-lined streets
40 years on with aching feet
Kick the can every night
Don't head home till you see the glow of the old streetlights
Dinner's on the table we say the grace
Everything perfectly in its place
Mom and dad a dog or two
Norman Rockwell would be so proud
He'd probably paint us too

We were born in the American bubble
Unaware of other's trouble
By the luck of the draw
We found ourselves
In the heart of the American dream
Others didn't have it so good
We began to look under the hood
We found room for all
Inside this American bubble

At six o'clock in black and white
On comes old Walter Cronkite
A fountain for white and one for black
Hop on the bus but you better be sitting way in the back
Fire hoses and snarling dogs
Nooses hanging over manicured lawns
Police batons and body bags
All those poor kids coming home dead
Straight from the Nam

We were born in the American bubble
Unaware of other's trouble
By the luck of the draw
We found ourselves
In the heart of the American dream
Others didn't have it so good
We began to look under the hood
We found room for all
In this American bubble

We didn't know how good we had it
Until the world came rushing at us
America's blowing a gasket
Too many people are lying in caskets
I've decided I've had it
Gonna call out these bigoted habits
We can set everyone free

Walking along these tree-lined streets
Memory lane on aching feet
A lot more color is on TV
We won't quit now there's more to do until we sleep