We go about our business

Statistics on our side

We wear our flags

Filled with national pride

Babies in their cribs

Envy of the world

Jet plane circling above

It's passed I am sure

Magazines in the mail

And nothing else

Saw a film at the mall

Still doing well

At least two counties away

At least for today

My eye's peeled anyway

keeping muggers away



Everything seems so blind

New York hate of mind



Go to work

Show my card at the gate

Face on the wall

That disappeared on the date

His Spanish was perfect

So they say

Looking for the envelope

With his fake name

I'm an okay dad

I must explain

Not everything's clear

Evil often gets its way

While we ail from the sickness

We try hard to forget

Such a blessed existence

We may realize it yet



Everything seems so blind

New York hate of mind