(by Otis Rush)
Lay awake at night,
Oh so low, just so troubled.
Can't get a job,
Laid off and I'm having double trouble.
Hey hey, to make you've got to try.
Baby, that's no lie.
Some of this generation is millionaires;
I can't even keep decent clothes to wear.
Laugh at me walking,
And I have no place to go.
Bad luck and trouble has taken me;
I have no money to show.
ChorusOut - Into the coming on of night
Out - into a fiery failing light
The day is almost done
Earth spreads
I stretch
Two lines set against the slipping sun
And I seize the vivid sky
Paint bright colours with the spectrum of my eye
Take in every breath deep enough to fly
Away from lies these changes
have forced into our lives
Up into a tranquil place
that's constantly denied
Far from the crushing power
which brought me to my knees
Earthbound, justice stays
always out of reach
Disobey
Defy
Take your own time
Fly
Out - where hours unfirl, loosen from our hands
Out - where time is only shadows cast across the land
The day is almost done
Earth spreads
I stretch
Two lines set against the slipping sun
And I'll make my way to where
the warm scent of soil fills the evening air
Everything is waiting quietly out there ...