Country Disappeared
Wilco
Wilco (The Album) (2009)

Wake up we’re here
So much less than you feel
There’s nothing left here
my country has disappeared

The thinker tree’s bleeding
leaf red blood
The Summer sweet dreaming
In through the blush
A whole lot is ending (___)
much too new

Hold out your hand
There’s so much you don’t understand
so stick as close as you can
to all our best-laid plans

you’ve got the white clouds hanging
tonight above you
you’ve got the helicopters dangling
angling to shoot
The shots to feed the hungry
weekend news crew angle

I won’t take no
I won’t let you go
All Out by yourself
I know you need our help
When the cool light shakes you like a chandelier
When the snowflakes break through the atmosphere
Melt on the blue breath of the auctioneers who disappear

So every evening we can watch from above
Crush the cities and (______)
blow ourselves into each others guts
And turn our faces up to the sun