I don't know if it felt like I wanted you here, the way that I wanted you last time We're not on the same page, you don't even know me Cause you never took the time Someday, when I'm older And they never know my name Somehow, if I'm honest I can never

They lost their faith And now they had to learn There was no place to return Nowhere they could turn. They lived in peace, not long ago A mighty Indian tribe But the winds of change, Made them realize, that the promises were lies. The white man's greed,

Eighteen years had come and gone For mama they flew by But for me they drug on and on We were loading up that Chevy Both tryin' not to cry Mama kept on talking Putting off goodbye Then she took my hand and said "Baby, don't forget

Girl, don't go away mad Girl, just go away That's alright, that's okay We were walkin' through some youth We could sail away Or catch a freight train Or a rocket ship into outer space Nothin' left to do Too many things were said

Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alien nation Where everything isn't meant to be okay Television dreams of tomorrow We're not the ones who're meant to follow For that's enough to argue Don't wanna be an American idiot Don't want a nation

I just wanna take your time I don't wanna change your mind I don't have to make you love me I don't have to take your heart I don't wanna steal your freedom I don't know if you were looking at me or not You probably smile like that all the time And I

Let's not make it complicated Don't worry now, look what we found We don't have to go all-in Head in the clouds, both looking down Doesn't mean that we're falling, oh We can keep it simple, baby Labels are so overrated Rules are meant for breaking, baby

You can put a hole in my shoe I don't mind, yeah, that's fine For you, hoo, hoo, there's nothin' That I wouldn't do, hoo, hoo You can choose the channel When we're watchin' the T.V. Oh, babe, it's okay And you can pick the flavor

Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alienation Where everything isn't meant to be okay Television dreams of tomorrow We're not the ones who're meant to follow For that's enough to argue Don't wanna be an American idiot Don't want a nation

That's just like you to tell me I've nothing to fear Now it's easy for me to see It couldn't be that easy It'd have to be much harder You baby were like the sky You held me up to let me fly I am a broken house I'm holding on to broken vows