L'Amerique Pleure

Another day to get up at the same time as the sun
Still a bit groggy, my 4 hours of sleep yeah
I take a couple of cigarette puffs
Job done for the vitamins
And a good coffee with mop water
Just to look better
Yeah

I take the Florida Turnpike and tomorrow night I'm in Montmagny
No, trucker, it's not really the Klondike but you see the country, yeah
Especially because it makes you realize that behind the beautiful landscapes
There are so many inequalities and suffering on the faces

The question I always ask myself
But how do all these people
Still believe in life in this hypocrisy
It's so sad that sometimes when I come home
And park my old truck
I see all of America crying in my rearview mirror

I carry in my trailer all the excesses of my time
The frozen, drugged, overpackaged overabundance, yeah
While pious wishes go down the drain
Our carelessness is satisfied
It's in the bottom of containers that the surpluses will rot

The question I always ask myself
What will our children do
When there is nothing left but ruins and their hunger
It's so sad that sometimes when I come home
And park my old truck
I see all of America crying in my rearview mirror

On Interstate-95 all my dreams go up in smoke
A car on fire on a ramp, a fatal accident, yeah
And in the middle of this traffic jam
No respect for death
Everyone honks their horn, so eager to go nowhere

The question I always ask myself
But where are all these people going
There are so many cars everywhere, the world has gone mad
It's so sad that sometimes when I come home
And park my old truck
I see all of America crying in my rearview mirror

Another highway truck stop, stuck eating crap
It's true that in today's soup there's not much love left yeah
We killed human warmth with chain service
On TV, another sick person just triggered a shooting

The question I always ask myself
But how do these poor people do it
To go through a whole life without love
It's so sad that sometimes when I come home
And park my old truck
I see all of America crying in my rearview mirror

Nothing stops me from, when I'm driving alone in the night
Sometimes wondering what the hell I'm doing here, stuck in the backcountry, yeah
I think about all the things I missed with Mimi and the two girls
And I have this messed up feeling of being a stranger in my family

The question I always ask myself
Why work so much
To distance myself from those I love, all for the game
It's so sad that sometimes when I'm far from home
Sitting in my old truck
I have all of America crying somewhere deep in my heart