Up and down this road I go, skippin' and dodgin' from a 44|

10:03 on a Tuesday morning
In the fall of an American dream
A man is doing what he knows is right
On flight 93
He loved his mom and he loved his dad
He loved his home and he loved his man
But on that bloody, Tuesday morning
He died an American
Now you cannot change this
You can't erase this
You can't pretned this is not the truth
Even though he could not marry
Or teach your children in our schools
Because who he wants to love
Is breaking your God's rules
He stood up on a Tuesday morning
In the terror, he was brave
And he made his choice
And without a doubt
A hundred lives, he must have saved
And the things you might take for granted
Your inalienable rights
Some might choose to deny him
Even though he gave his life
Can you live with yourself, in the land of the free
And him less of a hero than the other three
Well it might not begin to change ya
In a field of Pennsylvania
Stand up, America
Hear the bell now as it tolls
Wake up, America
It's Tuesday morning
Come on, let's roll