Midwest Winter Workers

Morning meeting makes the day
into something old.
Something that’s never going to be alright.
The children are marching on their own.
These days of yours and mine
are coming to an end.
Midwest winter worker falls.
His day’s on hold.
Somehow things always seem to work our right.
Driving all around this town at night.
Moving’s what we do.
The loving’s up to you.
Madison won’t bring me down.
Tonight I’m going to leave this town.
Tonight I’m going to drive it all around.