Lyrics

Field 2

Up until four
He sits on the front porch thinking
He's been here before
Keeps hoping the clock stops ticking
We can't afford this time
This time it is not free
There and back again
When will this all end, who knows
When the song is through
What will we do
In field 2
We're still up at four
He talks to his girl, starts thinking
Legs glued to the floor
Bad mixture of pills and drinking
Still can't afford this time
This time it is not free
There and back again
When will this all end, who knows
When the song is through
What will we do
In field 2