One foot in.
They'll fix you.
One in nine,
tell me,
when is this whole wor-rld
gonna treat
me kind.
Can't live on
what's given.
Mine's got tight.
Tell me,
when is this whole wor-rld
gonna treat
me right.
The bank has what little
I'm able
to keep.
Sun's getting hotter.
I no longer sleep.
Well I
stare out the window,
watch the night
creep by.
Wonder if.
Wonder how.
I wonder why.
Short dollars
I'm spending.
My peace of mind,
tell me,
when is this whole wor-rld
gonna treat
me kind.
Long hours
I've given
of my whole life.
Tell me,
when is this whole wor-rld
gonna do me right.
Up ahead i kno-ow
there's a rocky road.
No complaint could ease the way it rides.
Yet how far
we are
from where we once stood high.
(
Wonder if.
Wonder how.
I wonder why.
) X 4