American Spirit

I won't stop searching till I find it  Lost like memories when I was a kid  Is it in crystals or a sound bath  Or the things I dreamt up but I never did  I've looked all over, seeing double  Do I need a single eye   I need a mail order guru like those mail order brides  They say It's all in meditation  But when I sit still, I'm afraid what I'll find    Am I gonna get better  Did I drink the Kool-Aid  Am I looking in all the wrong places  Is my body just space    I got that American Spirit   It's searching for what I can't find  I'm looking in holy rivers  I pray that she'll show me a sign   If I let go of holding tightly  Will I see Jesus in a stranger tonight?  The devil hides in Coca Cola  But if I'm high will I be more qualified?  Cause in my Elvis Presley record I found the light  And my books say I'm a bad ass for just $12.99  Maybe I'll trace it to my family  But maybe some things, should be buried alive     I'm giving up  I surrender to you  I'm giving up   I surrender to you