American Dreaming

Stay in bed, you're out of coffee all you got are cigarettes
Say you'll quit your job like you say you'll kick that ill habit
End up working late chain smoking half a pack of reds
Home at night, everything's exactly how you left

Head's running at full speed
You haven't left that old recliner
Like you're running in circles
But you never left the starting line
Always asking why
Guess it's just the times
On the fast track to the backseat of American life
A holy lie

Pour a half seal with day old leftovers ate cold
A sanguine communion praying to the news on the television
Invocation lost in the noise, oh what did you expect?
Only sacred moments when you're asleep in bed

Your head's running at full speed
You haven't left that old recliner
Like you're running in circles
But you never left the starting line
Always asking why
Guess it's just the times
On the fast track to the backseat of American life
A holy lie