When the Work Runs Out | Southern Folk Music

作词 : Andrew M

作曲 : Andrew M

There's a line at the mill

It's grown too long

Hands in pockets

Faces drawn

A whistle blows

But it's all for show

The wheels don't turn

They know where to go

What do we do when the work runs out

No answers left just the same old doubt

We were promised more

We were promised plenty

Now the cupboard's bare

The field's near empty

The road stretches far

But it leads nowhere

Old trucks park

Engine stripped bare

Men on porches

Staring through time

Counting hours that don't feel like mine

It's the quiet that cuts

It's the still that stings

When there's no machine no hammer's ring oh

What do we do when the work runs out

No answers left just the same old doubt

We were promised more

We were promised plenty

Now the cupboard's bare

The field's near empty

I heard them talking down by the fence

Words like fire the air was tense

They spoke of blame

They spoke of plans

But the talk just echoes like hollowed out lands