Driving In America

As I drive through this small town
Could be anywhere in USA
All the small shops are closing
To the fast food chains
In land of plenty
So many hearts so empty

Tonight I feel like a foreign traveller
On a journey to the heart at my home
Good old main street disappears
A way of life has shifted gears

We gotta leave this town behind us
Could not turn back if we tried
Mountain shines and rivers roll on by
Rain like tears fall from the sky

This land is crying
This land is crying
I hear it crying across these plains

Driving through the pouring rain
In the middle of America
Driving through the pouring rain
In the middle of America
Driving through the pouring rain
In the middle of America

And now this darkness just gets deeper
I feel a heavy hand at the wheel of my soul
As I wonder where all this leads
A highway billboard Jesus bleeds

This land is crying
This land is crying
I hear it crying across these plains

Driving through the pouring rain
In the middle of America
Driving through the pouring rain
In the middle of America
Driving through the pouring rain
In the middle of America

This land is crying
This land is crying
I hear it crying across these plains

Driving through the pouring rain
In the middle of America
Driving through the pouring rain
In the middle of America
Driving through the pouring rain
In the middle of America

Driving through the pouring rain
In the middle of America
Driving through the pouring rain
In the middle of America
Driving through the pouring rain
In the middle of America

Driving through the pouring rain
In the middle of America
Driving through the pouring rain
In the middle of America
Driving through the pouring rain
In the middle of America