It's been this way for long months now Who knows how long to go? No comfort from the summer sun No work in winter snowThe boy who gave us all the sack Drives through this way sometimes He's younger than my youngest one How can his heart survive? I remember shaking off the dust from my shoes On my way back home And everybody counting down the days Till friday night; working on how much we're owed A girl writes on her legal pad Says she needs to know my birthday She lightly trims her nails and smiles Then says that she'll get back to me She knows it's hard She says her dad worked till the day he died So what's the point in asking her How will the heart survive?