I cried all night but it’s not that simple
With you and me there’s always a wrinkle
I'm in such a bind and giving up
So hand me the bottle and pick up the cup

You know I'm looking for the
Silver line to guide but it pays no mind
I'm making it
Day to day but can something please turn up my way
I don’t know if I can take much more
I need a reason to restore/open up the door

Well, there’s a picket line down in West Virginia
The bosses caved but wildcats continue
Today my job said to not come back
So now I'm striking for nothing with no contract