"In America"
Words and Music by Hank Stansfield

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She woke up in the morning, and she tried not to dwell
On the words that were waiting in the hall before the bell
She looked up to the heavens, but she couldn’t feel the joy
That day she felt so empty, that night she met a boy

And he made her feel accepted instead of in disguise
Because her life was antiseptic, it was sterilized
So she disregarded warnings, disconnected from white gloves
And she made herself an offering to this thing she called “love”

Now its been many mornings and she’s been counting weeks
She knows she’s in trouble and she knows that its deep
She’s been too busy hiding things she just would not confess
So she throws away her white gloves ‘cause now they could never match her dress

And she takes advice from people who don’t know I’m a boy
They don’t know that we’re equals, they couldn’t feel the joy
But I know that she could love me with a love ordained by God
If she could just think of me as a real child

But in America, half the people think
That I’m not a child, that I’m just a thing
But I have a soul, an eternal spark
But in America they keep you in the dark
Let’s turn on the light

(I still love you, Mom)

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