Your mind is your own prison
Do you expect me to believe
That your eyes are both so callused
That neither one can see
All of the beautiful people
Floating on the breeze?
Perception clouds the sky
With debris

Empty pockets of promises
Skating across the sky
Your beautiful face rests
In the palms of your hands, girl
What are you trying to hide?

I am an American Man
There's no blood on my hands
I've got no agenda
This is not your nominal fee
And to please me
It doesn't come easy
But maybe I'm searching for something
- that just isn't there

You tell me the sky is falling
And I look around and see
That while the rest of us are standing up
You are living on your knees
I truly believe that you can accomplish
Whatever 'tis you dream
But believe me they won't reach reality
If you live your life asleep
I ain't alone in the stratosphere
Making my way toward the sun
So I can assure you, as the sky starts to fall
It ain't gonna hurt anyone (but you, as you sing)

I am an American Man
With some time on my hands
I've got no regression
I don't need no reason to see
What's in front of me
I am what I want to be
I'm searching for something I'll only need more of
Maybe there's nothing worth searching for

I am an American Man
I've got scars on my hands
For what I believe in
You can't believe in a word that I say
And I promise you
There ain't nothing wrong with
Losing yourself over something
That just isn't there