Lyrics

on a swing in a playground
in a park in boston
up and down and up and down
holding on tight
not everything's gonna be alright
not everyone's gonna feel alright
there's a little league game just across the grass
the sun's about to set, the wind is rising fast
there must be a thousand fallen leaves blowin' through

and i'm afraid this land wasn't made for me and you
i'm afraid this land wasn't made for me and you

from a grey elevator
to a pale white office
up and down and up and down
holding on tight
not everything's gonna be alright
not everyone's gonna feel alright
whatever the battle, whatever the cost
freedom is won and freedom is lost
there must be a thousand dreams for each that comes true

and i'm afraid this land wasn't made for me and you
i'm afraid this land wasn't made for me and you

made for me and you
made for me and you
i would give anything to find a land
made for me and you

somewhere deep in the bedroom
you can almost hear them
up and down and up and down
deep in the night
not everything's gonna be alright
not everyone's gonna feel alright
the morning silver, the midnight black
if we ever had it, i want it back
there must be a million stars out, but what can they do

i'm afraid this land wasn't made for me and you
i'm afraid this land wasn't made for me and you