You Can Have It

This is earthquake
country. You see it all
wrong from these eyes.
We trekked across
the country just
to find the wrong coast.
Your finish line is our
mother, we can't run
towards her watchful eye.
You can have your manifest
destiny, but don't
expect me to stand still.
She trembles, she's breaking
away she's so scared.
I see the stars in your
eyes, but you've got
it all wrong - you and
everybody else since 1849.