Empty Hands, Heavy Hearts

Yeah, cold kitchen floor again Looking

at the

cupboards

Watch my father stare at the overdue bill

Working twelve hours and he's struggling still

Mother mends the seams on the coat that I wear

Trying to hide the worry in the way that they stare We

stretch every dollar, we make it extend But the month keeps starting

before the last one can end

They're breaking their backs just to keep on the light

Keeping us fed in the heat of the night

(holding it down) Every single dollar is a battle they fight (yeah)

I hear them in the kitchen when they think I'm asleep

Counting out the coins for the promises they keep No brand new

shoes, just a patch on the sole But they give us every

piece of their weary soul No complaint from their lips,

just a quiet grace Though the exhaustion is written all over their

face

They're breaking their backs just to keep on the light

Keeping us fed in the heat of the night (holding it

down) Every single dollar is a battle they fight (yeah)

Thank you for the sacrifices

Every single day

(thank you)

We're gonna find a way out