Can't stand your present job, afraid of getting fired

Depressed? Staring at the0late night tube

You could call that number

But you'd just get someone just like you Well, I feel that way too

Just the same as you

Like it's getting worse before it's getting better

I've got troubles of my own

But as long as you're alone

Stick with me and we'll be alone"together Beer is warm, dinner's cold and greasy

Even when life isn't hard it always seems uneasy

All alone, nobody"seems to care

Everybody's got some place

And you don't fit in anywhere You wonder, will you always have to live in doubt

Sometimes you feel just

Like Hank Williams used to sing about

Through the window, the night's so still

And if you listen you can hear

That lonesome whippoorwill Can't stand your present job, afraid of getting fired

Depressed? Staring at the0late night tube