I guess the fourth is not to be
our years together end at three
the truth self-evident
oh say can you see
the fireworks are gone
so are we

The Liberty Bell
tolls for thee
and me
a patriot of regret
we never made that trip out West
or baked Mom’s apple pie
but we made time for conflict
you and I

I’m sorry for the things I said
declarations with no pledge
we are ununited
but mostly I’m sorry
we’ll live independently
because I could go on loving you
and stars and stripes forever.