1st Verse:
I am feeling a little low, a little low, sweet...

Birds flock,
The bells of the church ring...

The lightning flashes vividly,
as the passion in me thrives...

Heaven help me,
I need to feel and see...

How do you gage decades of remaining at your post...
Seeing the future that all see, but remaining a...

The irritation of the sun has caused me to fall...
Back to the shadows of the clandestine night...

I begin a word to them, in my head and heart,
And my fear of them, is obvious from the start...

The time that I felt something,
Was a cloud of childhood mumbling...

There is someone who is quite different than you...
A crackpot, a charlatan, a menace to society...

There isn't a cure,
No, there sure as hell isn't a remedy...

The United States is my homeland,
Where a boy can be a fine man...

You may have to squint,
Better be pretty hell-bent...