Out of work
I'm not facing home
Leaving state
Parts of me already gone
Send you mine
Once I've earned a few
Cities call
Not sure if they'll ever do
And I'm on the roadway
Facing heaven one way
Turn around and work it out
Darling what I'm headed for
Some went in
Same as other times
Across the yard
And took what once was mine
And some went in
Same as other times
Across the yard
And took what once was mine
But I'm on the roadway
Facing heaven one way
Turn around and work it out
Darling what I'm headed for
The whistle blows
And every place I pass
No need here
Oh for these hands to grasp
For these hands to grasp
Writer(s): Nicholas William Haworth, Alan John Redmond, Simon Kristian Baillie, Bjorn Anders Baillie
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