It's whispered from a tractor on a flat Midwestern plain The fields are dry and dusty, there is no sign of rain It floats out a kitchen window, somewhere in the south If the river gets much higher, they'll float away no doubt You can almost feel it in the air, an American prayer They're gonna be alright, they're gonna carry on Help from above will come back strong I got faith in us, I got faith in Him The clouds will part and the sun will shine again, amen It echoes through the factories up in Michigan It bounces off the levees, and rides out on the wind Clear out to California, and back on up to Maine It don't matter if you're rich or poor, a sinner or a saint Every night, everybody, everywhere Is praying their American prayer They're gonna be alright, they're gonna carry on Help from above will come back strong I got faith in us, I got faith in Him The clouds will part and the sun will shine again, amen They're gonna be alright, they're gonna carry on Help from above will come back strong Got faith in us, got faith in Him Yeah the clouds will part and the sun will shine again, amen Amen