Tonight
(N. Brown) 
 
I’m taking down chairs 
Rolling up my sleeves
To hide the ink stains from last week
She’s six minutes late 
Cheeks white as a ghost
To fight the bags under her eyes, 
She’ll take anything to stay afloat
She don’t know how it’s gonna add up
She don’t know…
 
Burn marked forearms
From all those graveyard shifts
His body ain’t seen the worst of it
Some us laugh
Some of us whine
Some of us already
Gave up the fight
He don’t know how it’s gonna add up
He don’t know…
We don’t know if its gonna be enough
We don’t know...
 
But if we make it through tonight
I got a feelin’ we will be alright
‘Cause if we make it through the night
I got a feelin’ we will be just fine
 
These walls don’t talk, they swear
I know every crack from painting last Spring
It ain’t good enough for you
And it ain’t good enough for me
In this fast cash prison, every night I pray
We take our chance to break away