Call it new technology
And they use it to burn
And they show no concern
Work for their prosperity
While the big wheels turn
Now it's too late to learnDon't upset the teacher
Though we know he lied to you
Don't upset the preacher
He's gonna close his eyes for youAnd it's a shame
That you're so afraid
Just a worker waiting
In the pouring rain
Putting back the pieces
Of a broken dream
Putting back the pieces
Of a broken dreamFather worked in industry
Now the work has moved on
And the factory's gone
See them sell your history
Where once you were strong
And you used to belongThere was once a future
For a working man
There was once a lifetime
For a skillful hand yesterdayAnd it's a shame
That you're so afraid
Just a worker waiting
In the pouring rain
Putting back the pieces
Of a broken dream
Putting back the pieces
Of a broken dreamThere was once a future
For a working man
There was once a lifetime
For a skillful hand yesterdayAnd it's a shame
That you're so afraid
Just a worker waiting
In the pouring rain
Putting back the pieces
Of a broken dream
Putting back the pieces
Of a broken dream
Putting back the pieces
Of a broken dream
Of a broken, of a broken dream
Songwriters
HELM, HOWARDPublished by
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group