Working class sons
Lights out
Sun down
On this day
Nice move killer
Wondering what the morning brings
Dreaming of those whispers
Shadows stand there
Casting an icy coolness
Standing in my sun
Were there should be none
The future whimsical hope
A present contrite with indecision
The past only thing real
Working class sons
Equal evil and saint
Working from sun up
To sun down
Wondering what the morning brings
Knowing it is more of the same
As the light slowly dims
A shadow standing in my sun
Casting an illusion
Where there is really none
Looking up a see a halo
A face undefined
A voice recognized
I have never heard before
Working class sons
Doing their time
Going through all the motions
Working hard to be filled with pride
Doing what they thought was right
Old men sitting on the side lines
Wondering what the morning brings
Standing in my sun
Taking up my time
A halo with a voice I recognize
A face yet undefined
Her words purr like melting water
Hi she says I have been looking for you
As the sun sets
