I left her on a Monday
Said I’d be back in a while
I walked out on the city streets
Streets without a smile
Streets without a smile
In the squalid underbelly
Of a city’s blackened heart
I saw the fear in eyes of men
Where lives were torn apart
Where lives were torn apart
I wandered through a wounded land
Two jobs just to stay poor
And sorrow brewed and nothing grew
Except a force majeure
Except a force majeure
I left with no possessions baby
But the very thought of you
I drifted on and wandered long
With nothing to pursue
With nothing to pursue
Icons of democracy
From sea to shining sea
Crowned the good with poverty
In the land of the free
In the land of the free
The huddled masses yearned to breathe
Cast refuse on the shore
But only the financiers
Would find the golden door.
Would find the golden door.