A warm Dallas breeze floats naked through the air
As a million hungry faces watch the king
And his parade on show for the world to see
Prime-time America, Nineteen Sixty-Three
And you were by his side
I still remember pictures, that look on your face
The king had been forsaken and his country died
In three seconds that would last an eternity
Oh Jackie-O, I wonder what you could be thinking now your mixed-up little head has been Left alone, A world so cold
Just a foot note in history book full of lies
You such a good girl
Keep smiling, make them happy all is well in the land of make believe
As soon as the bullet left the chamber on that calm November day
You knew the world would never be the same
The killer in us all
Just victims of ourselves looking for the perfect death-trigger
Happy patriots running from ourselves
You knew it would never be this way again
Oh Jackie-O, I wonder what you're thinking now
You've been left here, all on your own
In this land, a world of make believe
To get back what was taken from you and go moving-on