Our Song Lyrics - Singles - Joe Henry

I saw Willie Mays 

At a Scotsdale Home Depot 

Looking at Garage Door Springs 

At the the far end of the 14th row 

His wife stood there beside him 

She was quiet and they both were proud 

I gave them room but was close enough 

That I heard him when he said out loud 

This was my country 

And this was my song 

Somewhere in the middle there 

Though it started badly and it's ending wrong 

This was my country 

This frightful and this angry land 

But it's my right if the worst of it might still 

Somehow make me a better man 

The sun is unforgiving 

And there's nobody who would choose this town 

But we've squandered so much of our goodwill 

That there's nowhere else will have us now 

We're pushing line at the picture show 

For cool air and a chance to see 

A vision of ourselves portrayed 

As younger and braver and humble and free 

This was our country 

This was our song 

Somewhere in the middle there 

Though it started badly and it's ending wrong 

This was our country 

This frightful and this angry land 

But it's my right if the worst of it might still 

Somehow make me a better man 

I've started something I can't finish 

And I barely leave the house, it's true 

I keep a wrap on my sores and joints 

But yes, I've had my blessings too 

I've got my mother's pretty feet 

And the factory keeps my house in shape 

My children, they've both been paroled 

And we get by on the piece we've made 

I feel safe, so far from heaven 

From towers and their ocean views 

From here I see a future coming across 

What soon will be beaches too 

But that was him, I'm almost sure 

The greatest centerfielder of all time 

Stooped by the burden of endless dreams 

His and yours and mine 

He hooked each spring beneath his foot 

He leaned over then he stood upright 

Testing each against his weight 

For one that had some play and some fight 

He's just like us, I wanna tell him 

And our needs are small enough 

Something to slow a heavy door 

Something to help us raise one up 

And this was my country 

This was my song 

Somewhere in the middle there 

Though it started badly and it's ending wrong 

Well, this was God's country 

This frightful and this angry land 

But if it's his will, the worst of it might still 

Somehow make me a better man 

If it's his will, the worst of it might still 

Somehow make me a better man