歌词
作曲 : Galia Arad
A woman she waits in her chair
And searches her black purse with care
For a tiny picture she got in the mail
He walks in his office and smiles
He's been her angel in white
But as their eyes lock her picture falls through the air
And she doesn't need explanation
About why or where it has spread
The X-rays are blurry and faded
'Cause there's only one thought in her head
And she whispers
My grandson is due in the spring
How much trouble are we in
A husband is waiting at home
Two dinners have gotten cold
As he checks his watch his heart it drops to the floor
His wife has been so far away
Since her mother had died in the spring
Then sure enough she stumbles through the door
And he doesn't need explanation
About why or where she has been
He thanks god she made it to the kitchen
And he holds her as tight as he can
And he whispers the one thing that cuts through the gin
How much trouble are we in
A little boy can't fall asleep
He walks to his new brother's crib
There's something on the news he overheard
The earth's temperature on the rise
It's children who will pay the price
And nobody seems to be concerned
And he doesn't need explanation
Why his parents are too sad to care
They're too busy even to face him
About all the lost polar bears
And he whispers the question
Will they sink or swim
How much trouble are we in
How much trouble are we in