"American Midnight" lyrics
"American Midnight"
There you go, playing murder games again
Going down in history or up in flames
From Newport News to Kalamazoo
American midnight
It's like watching a funeral for a friend
Some see a beginning, I only see the end
The smell of sulfur in the air
American midnight
Even in my dark and wildest dreams
I never thought I'd see the day
I'm just looking for some blue sky
To come around my way
Strike up the band, throw a parade
Freedom rings with bullets
Cries of children too afraid
Am I too numb? What have I become?
American midnight
Even in my dark and wildest dreams
I never thought I'd see the day
I'm just looking for some blue sky
To come around my way
How long? How long?
How long? How long?
How long? How long?
Circle the wagons, shut the doors
I'm like a butterfly flying in the storm
Feeling helpless and alone
American midnight
Even in my dark and wildest dreams
I never thought I'd see the day
I'm just looking for some blue sky
To come my way
Yeah, I'm just looking for some blue sky
To come my way
To come my way
To come my way
To come my way
Yeah, to come my way
Yeah, to come my way
Yeah, to come my way
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- The Jayhawks Lyrics
album:
"Sanctuary Park" (2026)
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