American Carnage, Part 2

September 17 - Wanted to try another song in AABA form, since I ended up liking my song from last Sunday’s skirmish. This ended up being Part 2 because about three-quarters of the way through the song I had another idea and almost scrapped this lyric, but then decided maybe I have another song, so hopefully Part 1 will be forthcoming.

A1:
I truly hope I’m wrong
And that we all still belong
But the noise I’m hearing lately gives me no confidence
The bumper stickers show
Where the people want to go
Boggles my mind and makes no sense
Facts don’t even matter
There is no keeping score
Coming to an agreement
Is impossible anymore
I’m afraid of
American Carnage
So afraid of
American Carnage

A2:
I dream I’m all alone
The mob is throwing stones
The violence sometimes wakes me up at night
Those marching with their guns
Can’t be thinking of their sons
But they insist they know what’s right
I hope they come to their senses
Before it gets too late
Calm their collective outrage
Don’t dare to open that gate
Hope we avoid
American Carnage
Can we avoid
American Carnage

B:
In the back of my mind
There lies a sliver of hope
That both sides will find
A way that we can cope
And come together

V3:
I wish we could awake
With a collective breath to take
And find out this was all just a dream
But I’m afraid it isn’t so
And I want you all to know
The coming days look dark in the extreme
So be safe while you’re out there
Do what you know is * right
Avoid the crazy nonsense
Do your best to avoid a fight
I’m afraid of
American Carnage
So afraid of
American Carnage