Nothin' really ends
For things to stay the same, they have to change again
Hello, my old friend
You change your name, but not the ways you play pretend
American requiem
Them big ideas (yeah) are buried here (yeah)
Amen

It's a lot of talkin' goin' on
While I sing my song
Can you hear me?
I said: Do you hear me?

Looka dere, looka dere, now
Looka dere, looka dere
Looka-looka, looka dere, looka dere
Looka-looka, looka dere, looka dere
Looka-looka, looka dere, looka dere (oh, yeah)
Looka-looka, looka dere, looka dere

It's a lotta chatter in here
But let me make myself clear (oh)
Can you hear me? (Huh)
Or do you fear me? (Wow)

Can we stand for something?
Now is the time to face the wind (ow)
Covered in peace and love, y'all
Oh, a lotta takin' up space
Salty tears beyond my gaze
Can you stand me?
(Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?) Ooh, ah
(Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?) Can we stand?
(Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?) Can you stand with me?

Can we stand for something?
Now is the time to face the wind
Now ain't the time to pretend
Now is the time to let love in

Thinkin' to myself (to myself) (oh)
There’s a lot of talkin' goin' on (oh)
While I sing my song (yeah)
Do you hear me when I say?
Do you hear me when I say?

Looka dere, looka dere
Looka, look
Looka-looka-looka-looka-looka
Looka-looka dere, looka dere
L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-looka dere
Oh, looka dere, looka dere
Looka dere, looka dere
(Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?) La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
(Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?)

Can we stand for something?
Now is the time to face the wind (now is the time to face the wind)
Now ain't the time to pretend
Now is the time to let love in (to let love in)
Together, can we stand?

Looka dere, looka in my hand
The grandbaby of a moonshine man
Gadsden, Alabama
Got folk down in Galveston, rooted in Louisiana
They used to say I spoke too country
Then the rejection came, said I wasn't country enough
Said I wouldn't saddle up, but
If that ain't country, tell me, what is?
Plant my bare feet on solid ground for years
They don't, don't know how hard I had to fight for this

When I sang my song
(When I sang the song of Abraham)
(When the angels guide and take my hand)
(Oh, no)

Goodbye to what has been
A pretty house that we never settled in
A funeral for fair-weather friends
I am the one to cleanse me of my father’s sins
American requiem
Them big ideas (yeah) are buried here (yeah)
Amen