Текст песни
Tommy lies drunk on his own front lawn
At three in the morning, his work shirt still on
And he curses the man, and he curses his boss
And a cloud rolls past, and the night grows dark
And thirty-one years on the factory floor
The grease and the motor, the seven-to-four
And the face of his daughter, no child anymore
Yeah, his wife and his mother, his life and his love
And the heat and the rise of a burning shame
The pride in the work, and the years that he gave
Just the flick of a pen, just a cold handshake
What's a man really worth at the end of the day?
And Tommy stands and the rain starts to fall
He catches his step and he heads for the car
And he drives past the factory lights in the dark
Just a man out of work, just a man out of luck
And the bars all empty and the town asleep
He presses the pedal, he tears up the street
To the edge of the town, where the highway leads
To the end of the world, to the end of a dream
And racing the headlights, the clouds never clear
And he's revving the engine, he's stripping the gears
And the moon on the asphalt, his face in the mirror
And the rain coming down like a dark chandelier
And the radio blasting a song about home
And he's flying so fast, yeah, he's leaving the ground
And the beautiful lights as he's spinning around
And the silent night when the lights go out
And Tommy wakes with the blood on his face
The moon up above, and the cool falling rain
He feels his body and he hears his name
In the scream of the siren, in the heat of the flame
He calls for his daughter in the thick, black night
And he tells her he loves her, and he yells for his wife
And he sees her above him, her dark, sad eyes
And he pleads with his God, and he bargains with time
And the rain falls harder, it washes away
The blood and the fire, the fear and the shame
And the sirens arrive, and he screams and he prays
To the moon in the sky, to the stars and the rain