Like an old country song we've been singing for far too long
Picking at our stitches shooting stars and wishes oh when will change come?
We hurt for hope that ain't there while our friends well they just don't care
We tire of this way of living burnt out on grieving we've all got guilt to bare
The rain came down
Hurricane it came around
It made no difference
We lost them in the wreckage
While the rain came down
Well what can we truly do with some white male middle class blues?
We're tired of feeling hopeless, worn out and restless, have we done just all we can?