There’s a town on fire,
Lord what a fire
Babe you’ve got the blues
You can fall apart
Or you can put on your working shoes
You can hear people crying
Hungry and afraid
For all they’ve got to lose
Get it together
And put on your working shoes
Cos baby who will win
If we begin
To turn our backs on tomorrow
There’s just no way
To face a day
If we’re giving up on showing up for more
So what you gonna do now?
Hide away and break down?
Baby time to choose
You can fall apart
Or you can put on your working shoes