| Chalked up in a city street |
| Broke glass and a bloody scene |
| Young guns that are half my age |
| From Baghdad up to Monterey |
| Cell phones and the magazines |
| Death, bombs, and with human beings |
| Hate, war, and diamond rings |
| Nightmares of silly things |
| How does anybody sleep at night? |
| Out of mind but not out of sight |
| Out of love and we’ve just begun |
| Living large in America |
| But I found one last thing to believe in |
| But I found one last thing to believe in |
| Close calls and we’re holding on |
| Police lines and fire alarms |
| High winds with a heavy fall |
| Dead birds in a parking stall |
| How does anybody sleep at night? |
| I lay in bed and I close my eyes |
| I kind of rest but it starts to hurt |
| Living here is a lot of work |
| But I found one last thing to believe in |
| But I found one last thing to believe in |
| I was told |
| To breathe in the righteous breath |
| A feeling of heartfelt purpose |
| A sense of hope |
| For something bigger than ourselves |