Verse 1
We been scrollin’ through the news, yeah the screen’s a cruel joke,
Talkin’ ‘bout a land that’s loud, but the heart’s runnin’ broke.
Folks complainin’ all day, sayin’ America’s ran dry,
But every corner’s got a chance if you choose to open your eyes.
Pre-Chorus
So pack your doubts, grab your dreams, don’t wait for permission slips,
This country’s big enough to play your own eclipse.
Chorus
This is America, fifty states, a thousand ways to be,
If one door’s closed, buddy, there’s another you can see.
Relocatin’, relocatin’, go where your smile can breathe,
The world’s a big old map, go chase the dream you seed.
Yeah, we joke and we quip, we clap back with a grin,
But we keep on pushin’ through, yeah we find a way to win.
Verse 2
Hear the chatter in the streets, they’re spillin’ all this doubt,
But life’s a passport stamp, not a locked-in route.
If Kodak moments ain’t the frame, you redraw the scene,
Find your peace in the hustle, your own evergreen.
Bridge
If the dream ain’t handed you a crown, you build it from the dust,
Make every mile a memory, turn trials into trust.
Pre-Chorus
So pack your doubts, grab your dreams, don’t wait for permission slips,
This country’s big enough to play your own eclipse.
Chorus
This is America, fifty states, a thousand ways to be,
If one door’s closed, buddy, there’s another you can see.
Relocatin’, relocatin’, go where your smile can breathe,
The world’s a big old map, go chase the dream you seed.
Yeah, we joke and we quip, we clap back with a grin,
But we keep on pushin’ through, yeah we find a way to win.
Bridge
Look, if you hate the weather, swap a city for a beach,
If you hate the crowds, find a town that’s got more reach.
If you ain’t feelin’ the vibe, switch the channel, new scene,
Freedom ain’t a one-way ticket; it’s a living dream.
Chorus
This is America, fifty states, a thousand ways to be,
If one door’s closed, baby, there’s another you can see.
Relocatin’, relocatin’, go where your smile can breathe,
The world’s a big old map, go chase the dream you seed.
Relocate your doubt, pick up hope, let joy intervene,
The forecast says tomorrow’s gold if you believe what you mean.
Outro
So laugh at the chaos, let’s count the chances we’ve got,
The road ahead is honest—we’ll forge our own bright plot.
If one dream fades away, another waits to begin,
America or anywhere—we choose to rise again.
Shade