Be Miner

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