I'm Worried, America

Oh say, where the @#$% are they?

Oh, say, can you see by the dawn's early light,
What black Volvo is that?  Out the window, I'm steaming!
Whose broad smile and bright cheeks parked it curbside last night?
O'er the driveway I watch, for the gray car.  I'm screaming!
And the phone never rings, the text screen remains bare,
Gives proof through the night that my sons are both here!
Oh, say must this worry through my brain yet wave?
O'er nothing do I fret, in my home do I rave!