American Beauty

Lyrics: Donna Jean Godchaux-MacKay
Music: Donna Jean Godchaux-MacKay

American Beauty
Fading flower
Dim is your glory
Late is your hour

Faint is your fragrance
Pale is your bloom
Now are your petals
Withered and few

And yet our vision is framed with fantasy
Vain images flood our minds
And the constant manipulation
Makes it seem alive
Until the sight of the blossom in decay
Becomes pleasing to the eye
Who can save (who can save)
Who can save (who can save)
Who can save the American Beauty?

American Beauty
Gilded bouquet
Your prize-winning honor
Is slipping away

Crushed and uprooted
The warnings resound
Encroaching erosion
And weakening ground

Still our vision is framed with fantasy
Vain images flood our minds
And the glare of our false illusions
Imitates light
Until the sight of the rose in sinking ground
Is so easy to deny
Who can save (who can save)
Who can save (who can save)
Who can save the American Beauty?

Talking 'bout American (who can save)
Who can save (who can save)
Who can save American (who can save)
Who can save (who can save)