looking for america

i'm chasing down a memory, of the way that things used to be, kids playing underneath and old street light, knowing they were safe when they laid down at night, i'm looking for something i ain't seen in a while, i'm looking for a factory, where a man can feed his family, not worried about them moving it south, closing the doors and shutting her down tomorrow, i'm looking for america, the land of the free and the home of the brave, seems like i just woke up one day, and it was gone, long gone, but i know in my heart it's still out there, can somebody please tell me where, i'm looking for america, i'm searching for an old church steeple, where inside you'll find people, who live their lives unashamed, and they ain't afraid to say god's name outloud, yeah i'm looking for america, i'm out here looking for the truth, a few folks to waive the red, white and blue, who still believe freedom isn't free, and i guess it's up to you and me to find it, yeah we've got to find it, cause we're looking for,