American Spirit

I won’t stop searching 'til I find it
Lost like memories when I was a kid
Is it in crystals or a sound bath
Or the things I dreamt up, but I never did?
I’ve looked all over, seeing double
Do I need a single eye?
I need a mail order guru like those mail order brides
They say it’s all in meditation
But when I sit still, I’m afraid what I’ll find
Am I gonna get better?
Did I drink the Kool-Aid?
Am I looking in all the wrong places?
Is my body just space?
I got that American Spirit
It’s searching for what I can’t find
I’m looking in holy rivers
I pray that she’ll show me a sign
If I let go of holding tightly
Will I see Jesus in a stranger tonight?
The devil hides in Coca-Cola
But if I’m high, will I be more qualified?
'Cause in my Elvis Presley record I found the light
And my books say I’m a badass for just $ 12.99
Maybe I’ll trace it to my family
But maybe some things, should be buried alive
I got that American Spirit
It’s searching for what I can’t find
I’m looking in holy rivers
I pray that she’ll show me a sign
I’m giving up
I surrender to you
I’m giving up
I’m giving up
I surrender to you
I’m giving up
Am I gonna get better?
Am I gonna get better?
I got that American Spirit
It’s searching for what I can’t find
I’m looking in holy rivers
I pray that she’ll show me a sign
I got that American Spirit (I surrender to you)
It’s searching for what I can’t find
I’m looking in holy rivers (I surrender to you)
I pray that she’ll show me a sign