For the longest time

We wonder

What it is that's out there

Forced into the world

I  am new

I am young

Dreaming off of the ground

My best days are filled with fear

Fantasies filled with song

Can't just find the tune

It's hard for an introvert to find their place

The world is bigger than I'll ever be

"I am fucking crazy, but I am free"

Del Rey praises the country America used to be

Presley embodies it

We all want it and we all search for it

Emotion is a hidden thing

Old Hollywood, vintage esthetic

Young women yearn for it

Momma and Daddy want you to be good

But I just want life to be art, 

A film reel, an old vinyl record

Sinatra is king, Monroe is Queen

Past-tense beauty

To travel the open road

And to never let me go

Somebody who wants love

Somebody who wants fame

There is no rhyme 

No reason

We are all human

We take care of business

The best we can

With all we should

We hold and love

We pray and we sing

We follow the road

We do what we need

And what we want

We don't worry about it

"I am fucking crazy, but I am free"