Story of our Nation

I was a brilliant son of man

I knew that I was worth it and I didn't have to do it alone

I surfed the warm waves through the sand

Looking for my promised land or a place to call my home

I combed the highways in the dark

Through the spiders and the sharks

Unaware of my destination

Held on to circus fed beliefs on par with

Common cold reliefs

Well aware of my frustrations

Yeah

This is the story of our Nation

This is the cry of my generation

This is the glory of Creation

This is the hope of regeneration

Yeah

A country built on sinking sand

In desperate need of foundation

Will never weather the storm, no way

The price of life cannot be sold

In dollar bills or coins of gold

God please wake the USA

God please wake the USA

God please wake the USA

This is the story of our Nation

This is the cry of my generation

This is the glory of Creation

This is the hope of regeneration, yeah

This is the story of our Nation

This is the cry of my generation

This is the glory of Creation

This is the hope of regeneration

Yeah