Crackin' At The Seams

Written by Sid Griffin

If you and I are drifting we're just drifting apart,

If you and I are strangers let's make a new start,

If you and I aren't lonely I don't know what we are,

If you and I aren't lost how d'we get this far?

If the highway is for gamblers better use your sense,

Whose got the car keys and who'll pay the rent,

Who'll live in Washington and who'll rule the land,

An' will the founding fathers lend me a helping hand.

It's a toll-call baby in a free country,

This whole damn town is crackin' at the seams,

Don't knock it till you try it, if it's for sale we'll buy it,

And if it's not there's always the marines.

I see you in the morning at the first break of light,

I see you in my evenings when I fall asleep at night,

I dreamed we flew stratospheres away from this bar,

To plant our little capsule on some distant star.

If Jefferson was playing bass and Washington lead,

And Hendrix was president, would you believe.

Young people swaying 'round the flagpole again,

Two cars in each garage, a bathtub full of gin.

It's the right church baby, but you're sittin' in my pew.

If memory serves there's nothin' you can do,

This country's crackin' at the seams and with it go a lot of dreams,

So grab an axe an' help us cut new beams.

I'm goin' jump of that dirty ole bridge down by the river in the rain.

This country's got the ways and means,

So why are some here less than keen

To help their fellow man who's gone astray.