American Rug

There’s an American rug that we’re all stepping on
It gets pulled and shoved and does us all harm
Swallowed up in fog in the early morning shine
The dreams you dream while working are getting left behind

There’s a man on a roof and he’s hammering nails
Even though he’s working the bills come bigger in the mail
You try and try but you’re running through mud
You get pushed and shoved, stomped on like a rug

In the eyes of the world, you’re doing just fine
Until you get home the darkness seeps out the vines
A Mississippi barge, she’s up for sale
Fewer they run, through the old Southern trails

And when you finally come on up for air
There’s another man waiting with a manic glare
You try and you try, but you’re running through mud
You get pushed and shoved, stomped on like a rug

There’s an American rug that we’re all stepping on
It gets pulled and shoved and does us all harm
Swallowed up in fog in the early morning shine
The dreams you dream while working are getting left behind