Lyrics
It's Friday night down somewhere
The whole nation is taking a train
In a field of haunted faces
Through the weeds of worry and pain
By day we dig the ditches
By night we stack the books
Scratch at the same old common itch
Stare at the same old looks
Divided we will fall
Divided we will fall
We hold on to our headlines
Full of lies and twisted tales
Tonight, in some bar somewhere
We'll recall how everything fails
But each of us love our children
And our husbands and our wives
And like it or not we're moving along
In and out of everyman's lives