I sit quietly and rock in my chair
In the corner of the room
While she sleeps on the bottom stair

It's dark and cold outside..
We don't even have electric..
We don't have pride...

The mill shut down last thursday night
We were already behind
Now I can't see, a future in sight

We're starving in this one room home
We don't know anyone
We don't have another place to go

Maybe it'll turn around, but maybe it wont
I'll drink my last whiskey
...And to the hope for tomorrow, I'll toast