Be Miner (The Everybodyfields)

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