we live in a place called the Heartland; self reliant, hand in hand;

no complaints, all in all I’d say; a firm foundation in the land;

we lost everything; our harvest turned to blood;

and I’d give anything; to get my family out of that flood;


we raised Johnny to believe in himself; God and Country, lemonade stands;

remember the first time he called me Dad?; remember his tiny, little hands?;

but we lost everything; an oil company’s black gold whore;

and I’d give anything; to bring my boy back from that war;


lead me safely back to the shore, let me in through your front door;

when the rain begins to pour; I want you to know you’re the one I’m waiting for;

my friend, until the end, then we‘ll settle the score;