My gut is wrenched out, it is crunched up and broken My life that is lived is no more than a token Who'll strike the flint upon the stone and tell me why?
If I yell out at night there's a reply of blue silence The screen is no comfort, I can't speak my sentence They blew the lights at heaven's gate and I don't know why
But if I work all dayon the blue sky mine (There'll be food on the table tonight) Still I walk up and down on the blue sky mine (There'll be pay in your pocket tonight)