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