Dear America

They'd cut your hair,
and take your smile.
They'd blur your eyes,
and drive you wild.

And he said the night belongs to the enemy,
but with you I'll lay under the stars,
and we'll talk and and you can drink,
and with you I'll smoke cigars.

You're shaking
and living in fear of death.
He'll hold your hand and pat your back
and every living breath,
you'll appreciate it like it was your last.

They'll cut your hair
and take your smile,
they'll blur your eyes
and drive you wild.

And, baby, you can't run,
and I won't be there like I was.
I'm done caring like I do,
baby, I'm doing this for you.

He'll cut your hair,
and take your smile.
Your blue eyes he'd blur
to drive you wild.