the tindog coffeehouse

This old White Heart song from 1992, “Who Owns You”, popped up on my MP3 player this morning on the way to work. Seems strangely relevant today.

I’m being swallowed by America
Losing my soul in America
I can’t keep up in America
‘Cause now they’re selling dreams in America

Livin’ in the malls of America
Deals made behind the walls of America
Try to find my face in America
Now you gotta buy your place in America

Tell me who owns you, baby
Tell me who owns you now
Tell me who holds the key to your captive heart
Tell me who owns you, baby
Tell me, do you even know?
Who is the one who unlocks the dreams of your soul?

Come stand with me in this holy place
Let the mountain breeze run over our face
And cleanse the shame for what we’ve done
‘Cause we’ve been livin’ our lives for only one

Gotta wash the wounds of America
Step out of the tombs of America
We’ve gotta find our faith in America
Love one another in America
Love one another in America
Love one another

Tell me who owns you, baby
Tell me who owns you now
Tell me who holds the key to your captive heart
Tell me who owns you, baby
Tell me, do you even know?
Who is the one who unlocks the dreams of your soul?

“It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.” – Galatians 5:1

Let the rockets blaze across the sky
Raise the flag of faith up high
And let the doubters call it what they may
It’s Independence Day!