Country Disappeared - Wilco

Wake up, we’re here, it’s so much worse than we feared

There’s nothing left here, the country has disappeared

The winter trees bleeding, leave red blood

The summer sweet dreaming, April blush

But none of that is ever gonna mean as much to me again

Hold out your hand, so much you don’t understand

So stick as close as you can, all of the best laid plans

You’ve got the white clouds hanging so high above you

You’ve got the helicopters dangling, angling to shoot

The shots to feed the hungry weekend news crew, anchorman

So every evening we can watch from above

Crushed cities like a bug

Fold ourselves into each others guts

Turn our faces up to the sun

I won’t take no, I won’t let you go

All by yourself, oh no, you need my help

When the cold night shakes you like a chandelier

The snowflakes break through the atmosphere

And melt on the blue breath of the auctioneers and disappear

Every evening we can watch from above

Crushed cities like a bug

Fold ourselves into each others blood

And turn our faces up to the sun