I. American Too You say I should leave my country Who tell me I could go My freedom makes you feel unfree And I guess you would know Who have no idea of freedom And chosen to be dumb In the face of monstrosity "Love it or leave It" you say you believe Still I would speak free My country too and unlike you Who tell me leave my land Now I think I understand How I will always be To love but love it true American too II. The Highest Form of Foolery In admitting an inadmissible idea Deceiving myself to be a fool but to be a Fool for love the highest form of foolery to be Though much too old so bold as to be such foolery And no fool like an old fool like an old fool like me What does it mean in the in between that I have been When I loved then and still and now I will be again Believing what but love itself existentially What do I do but choose to be and not not to be? Nor do I go too far being love is how we are And no fool like an old fool like an old fool like me As a fool for love the highest form of foolery III. Little Old Me So here I am in the here and now Alive and I guess this is how I do it getting through by a smile Hoping to do it for awhile Being in tune with the universe Doing better having done worse Wandering wondering on and on Going until going is gone And doing until doing is done Being me and the only one Knowing what to do growing to be Only lonely little old me Seeing myself alone I see Myself being in good company +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII