from an orbiting station   i look down on the nation   and wonder why we're living this way   the moon punches the clock   and the sun steps in the spot   and announces another day   i love this world, crazy   sponsored by maybe      it's ruining you, maybe      you are in high-heeled shoes   so i look smaller than you   it was funny the first time   later you're at the bar   your head's stuck in the stars of the new guy   i wish you well   and who can tell, baby   we should have been, maybe      it's ruining me, maybe      now the red, white and blue is   waving at you from the porches of your neighborhood   we're the champion team but   we are not what we seem   we don't say what we mean   but we look good   so dream or pray, baby   the american way is maybe      it's runing me, maybe