He's the rebel rousin' joker at the drive thru
Says he knows where he wants to be
But he don't know that he is just a passenger
In a vehicel with no destination

There ain't no easy answers
There ain't no miracle cure
You've got to stand up and be counted

His friends come over for a soda and a ballgame
They all plug in and lay their money down
Jake'll tell'em 'bout the hangouts and the hotspots
Though he's never even seen that part of town
He sees the world from his front porch sofa
Likes to blame it on whoever's in the White House
There's more to life than damn the nation
There's more to woman than imagination

There ain't no easy answers
There ain't no miracle cure
You've got to stand up and be counted

It doesn't matter what the wise men have to say
He wouldn't listen to them anyway
And soon it will be too late

There ain't no easy answers
There ain't no miracle cure
You've got to stand up and be counted

Come on