When the bough broke we were crossing America   You with your stories and me hanging on   Your hands on the wheel and your hair out the window   Its counterfeit color danced in the September air   When the bough broke we were flirting with Canada   You said prove that you love me and live with me there   And leave all of the frivolous back in America   You found true love in a picture that you saw somewhere   He took her hand, they did cartwheels right into the air   And then they fell      With the bough broken, we're lost in America   (Driving in circles and circles and chasing our tails)   You with your politics, me hanging on   (Driving in circles and circles and circles and...)   I think I know of the picture that you saw somewhere   The fire below, they did cartwheels right into the air   And then they fell   (Layers of concrete won't dampen the roar of the   Chaos beneath those ninety-something floors   And the weight of the waves as they crashed on the shore   Left a cool breeze past the buildings   And so they fell)   Why can't you just sit there is all that I wanted to say   So, we're obsessed with celebrity and all the frivolity   And all the while gravity's pulling us straight into Hell   And so we fell   My silence was broken, through glorious peaks of Montana   Now, this is America, I muttered under my breath