Sam - July For Kings

I found America in the Pennsylvania hills

I found a girl, she changed my life

I wonder will she be beside me

When I’m mayor of this town?

Open spaces and an open case of beer

Let’s keep it simple, I’m getting out of here

And trying to find truth

In every shape and sound

One more dollar on the table

The Sunday church crowd tips the least

Somedays I feel like I’m able

Then this shit kills me

There’s no realness here

It’s all just fake suburban cheer

I’m as hazy blue as Monet

I’ll bite and swallow bullets down

'Til I can leave this town

But I’ll be all right

I’ve got a future on the way

I thought I’d be into my eighties when I left

They’d take my coffin down through Main Street

The press would clear the front page

They’d name a high school after me

One more dollar on the table

Pennsylvania on my mind

Somedays I feel like I’m able

Like I’ve no time

There’s no realness here

It’s all just fake suburban cheer

I’m as hazy blue as Monet

I’ll bite and swallow bullets down

'Til I can leave this town

But I’ll be all right

I’ve got a future on the way

There’s no silence between these walls

I’m spending every night just counting the days

The slow violence of shopping malls

I’m dying 'til I get up out this place

Is a revival on the way?

I found America in the Pennsylvania hills

I found a girl, she changed my life

I wonder will she be beside me

When they forget our names?

There’s no realness here

It’s all just fake suburban cheer

I’m as hazy blue as Monet

I’ll bite and swallow bullets down

'Til I can leave this town

But I’ll be all right

I’ve got a future on the way

There’s no realness here

It’s all just fake suburban cheer

I’m as hazy blue as Monet

I’ll bite and swallow bullets down

'Til I can leave this town

But I’ll be all right

I’ve got a future on the way