Skimmin' the tops of tall trees
Through the clear light of free speech
sudden memory disease
Claims the air all around me

I'm gettin' lost in the slipstream
Make me relive the same dream [bad word]  in from the cold
And losin' half of my soul

Memory disease
Across United States

That I had told the [bad word] Feel so high
Architectural
I look to the skies
To see our bodies
They were rising up
Out of the paper cup

sea change is due
I don't seem to (?) you
Touchdown on the new Mason-Dixon line
The map is ripped and torn
Jilted frame with all hope gone
I don't mind if you sing a different song
Sing a different song
Just as long as we sing, as we sing
Sing along

It's later than it seems [x3]
Time everyone came clean

It's what you didn't say [x2]
Don't wanna be a slave
It's what you didn't

Skimmin' the tops of tall trees
Through the clear light of free speech [bad word]  in for a landing
I've got a sole understanding
It [bad word] down to a word
It's just like nothin' I'd heard
Over the rainbow in time
Will be one [bad word] of a climb
Highlights bright
The lights sweep high clear sky
Sky
Reminiscent
Of money in your eye
Unwind
[something else here?]

I don't mind if you sing a different song
Sing a different song
Just as long as we sing
As we sing, sing along
It's later than it seems [x3]
New ears are listening

It's what you didn't say
It's what you didn't say
Don't wanna be a slave
It's what you didn't say
Nothing to give away