The Everybodyfields /

Be Miner

it's so hard I the evening

the lights come on

I get some change for the phone

I'm tired of driving it's too cold to cry

I remember when it only cost a dime

dark clouds are circling

I'm a photograph tonight

shuffling papers and getting everything wrong

I walk for hours, try not to feel alone

waking up and finding

the feeling's gone

something for my hand then I'm gone

turn on the radio and though it seems so hard

to find that place before it had to be so hard

dark clouds are hovering

with friends like these man who needs friends

faces in the window, two red lights are growing small

I'd like to leave if I could stand at all