I cried all night but it’s not that simple With you and me there’s always a wrinkle I'm in such a bind and giving up So hand me the bottle and pick up the cup You know I'm looking for the Silver line to guide but it pays no mind I'm making it Day to day but can something please turn up my way I don’t know if I can take much more I need a reason to restore/open up the door Well, there’s a picket line down in West Virginia The bosses caved but wildcats continue Today my job said to not come back So now I'm striking for nothing with no contract