Hold ya back from a long way down You can tell me you're feelin' 'round For the things you lost, for the things you found When you were younger than you're feelin' now When you were younger than you're feelin' now We can all get lost in time We can read the papers, fine But you'll lose your heart and you'll waste you mind If the information doesn't make you kind We want the information to make us kind But if you put up a wall to protect your side And you stuff your faces with mean old lies This is how you will kill and die America Give us all an open road Give us all a hand to hold [?] understand how to make things whole America What holds you back from a long way down What gets you grown up from the ground Doin' somethin' more than just sittin' 'round You won't get younger than you're feelin' now You won't get younger than you're feelin' now So don't get lost, too lost in time When you read the papers, find How not to lose your heart or to waste your mind 'Cause we want the information to make us kind We want the information to make us kind Well if you put up a wall to protect your side And you stuff your faces with mean old lies This is how you will kill and die America Won't you give a hand, a hand to hold Give us all an open road So you can understand how this world rolls Give us all an open road America