Scottsbluff Songtext
von Apollo Shortwave

I work in Scottsbluff, in the oil fields
I work all day ′till my hands, feel like pins and needles
They bring me down here, and when I grip the steering wheel
There's nothing there at all, they no longer know how to feel

Do you see yourself hiding in the face of everyone else?


I work in Scottsbluff, I′ve always been on time
Like the ones before me, trying to get what's mine
But when I see the old workers, marching an army defeated
I can't stop looking for something I can′t see to shake this feeling

I work in Scottsbluff, couldn′t see myself
Couldn't ask anyone, where they were going with themselves
And now I′m standing here, waiting for the bus at the station
Wondering where it'll take me, if it′ll change my relations

Do you see yourself hiding in the face of everyone else?