Music: Clint Parrish, Peter Fenn
For A Living
All the streets are quiet
You can hear the train roll in
Like thunder on your mind
It shakes you out your skin
He set himself on fire
On the outskirts of town
My baby brother cried
The day he found out
Guess we all don't make it out
Yea were all
Holding on
For a living
It could all
Disappear
In a minute
We keep our dreams
To ourselves
Wont tell no body else
Yea were all
Getting by
For a living
Everyone in this town
Has got that look on their face
Like they've all been here
Stuck for all these years
And I wonder if?
Ill end up like my father
Miles on my body
Here and then forgotten
Do we all, even make it out?
Yea were all
Holding on
For a living
It could all
Disappear
In a minute
We keep our dreams
To ourselves
Wont tell no body else
Yea were all
Getting by
For a living