di Kroeger
NICKELBACK
Father’s hands are lined with dirt
From long days in the field
Mother’s hands are serving meals
In a cafe on Main Street
With mouths to feed
Just trying to keep clothing on our backs
And all I hear about
Is how it’s so bad, it’s so bad
It’s too bad it’s too bad
Too late, so wrong, so long
It’s too bad we had no time to rewind
Let’s walk, let’s talk
Let’s talk