A couple of years ago, a trucker-capped and woodsy Lana Del Rey popped up in a sequoia grove to debut a new song she eventually called “Coachella - Woodstock in My Mind.” At the time, this was out of character: She kept such a tight lid on her image that she was among the last pop stars you’d expect to release a half-finished song on purpose. But, these days, it seems to come naturally: She looks composed and almost unaware of the camera as she records “Looking for America,” a new song written in response to a weekend of bloodshed: the 31 people who died in gun massacres in El Paso, Texas, and Dayton, Ohio, this past Saturday and Sunday.

Like “Coachella,” “Looking for America” begins with a road trip through California. Watching children at play, she murmurs that she “used to only worry about them after dark.” “I’m still looking for my own version of America/One without the gun, where the flag can freely fly,” she sings. It’s a disconcerting statement coming from Lana, the woman who practically willed her own dreamlike, slyly ironic vision of America into existence.

But even Lana Del Rey still has to live here. “Used to go to drive-ins and listen to the blues/So many things that I think twice about before I do,” her song goes. This nostalgic Americana doesn’t just go back to Woodstock—it predates the Kennedy assassination. Now, each of us who visit a public space live in fear, and, in fear, begin to curtail our own freedoms.