Went to town to see what they would say
Saw the people and I saw them walk away
But they were wrong
So I moved along

Climbed a mountain to see what I could see
Saw the ocean but it did not look to be
The way it should
Did not look so good

Hopped a train and went to Carolina
Found a man who used to be a miner
He was proud
And he was loud

Out the window I can see a broken city
Deserted streets and homes, it’s such pity
To travel so far
To build a single car

Turned the faucet to pour myself some water
Some can’t drink, and others just don’t bother
It’s a crying shame
There’s no one here to blame

At the grocery store, I was given plastic bags
Didn’t ask for them, but sometimes my mind lags
No one else seemed to care
Nothing to repair

CHORUS
In these troubled times, no one listens
The differences become positions
Into the storm we send our children
While back at home we drink a beer