Captain, our captain,
We take your hand,
Find your footsteps on the streets
Of Chicago, New York, San Francisco.
Your spirit grows from the grassy fields,
Appearing on the horizon
As a light-beam signaling America
To remind her of her roots.
We follow the traces of light
Leading to forgotten springs;
We place our ears to the ground
To be near the leaves of grass and listen
With a desire to recognize our America,
And we wonder, do you know that you have strayed?