Lyrics:

Fly over states
Fly on by
From coast to coast
Our secrets will die
In the middle
Of our little
America

We can change
If we’re inclined
That’s the way
That we are designed
Out here in the middle
Of our little
America

But we want to know
How it all ends first
Before we begin
Before we invest
We want to know
Which sides we like best
We wear it like a badge
And a curse
We want to know
How it all ends first

We have a voice so clear
We sing together
So that Heaven may hear
Our songs from the middle
Of our little
America

We all stand in a field
With magic still
At our fingers to wield
There is hope
No matter how little
America

We are a chorus
Without a verse
‘Cause we want to know
How it all ends first
Well, it starts
With a heart
In the middle of
America