(Clarke / Bell)
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 learn

Don't upset the teacher
Though we know he lied to you
Don't upset the preacher
He's gonna close his eyes for you

And 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

Father 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 belong

There was once a future
For a working man
There was once a lifetime
For a skillful hand
Yesterday

And 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

Don't upset the teacher
Though we know he lied to you
Don't upset the preacher
He's gonna close his eyes for you

And 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

Tempers fray so easily in desperate despair, is there anyone who cares?
Just another tragedy, just a personal affair in a room somewhere

There was once a future
For a working man
There was once a lifetime
For a skillful hand
Yesterday

And 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 (broken dream)
Putting back the pieces of a broken dream

Of a broken, of a broken dream

Putting back the pieces of a broken dream (broken dream)
Putting back the pieces of a broken dream