Sounds Like America to Me Harry Chapin

Well I don't know about inflation
Who makes what inflate
Each new taste sensation
I don't know why it rates
And though in my imagination
I'm sure of how I feel
My present hesitation
Is I'm afraid it's real

Some times these days it's hard to choose
The one right road to go
But this then is all I'm sure I know

I know when a child is hurting
That the silence can be wrong
I know that when old folks are helpless
I can't just pass along
And I know when someone's hungry
I can't just sing this song
And when I hear somebody crying
I can't just wonder who that it could be
Well I hear somebody crying now
And it sure sounds like America to me

Insecurity can beat me darling
But sometimes that's where I'm at
So I hope that you can keep me darling
So that at least I can count on that
You see some things stir me deeply
Though I try to hide from pain
But wide awake or sleeping
Some questions still remain