Winter in America

The Constitution was

A noble piece of paper

With free society

Struggled but it died in vain

And now Democracy is ragtime on the corner—unemployed

And I'm hopin' that it rains

Been a hopin' for some rain

But it just don't look like rain

I've seen the robins

Perched in barren treetops

They're watchin' last-ditch racists marching across the floor

Just like peace signs that melted in our dreams

Never had a chance to grow

Never had a chance to grow