Men At Work - The Longest Night

Wind is in the east
Stare at us eyes in wonder
Like beggars at a feast
We can't even, count the number
What you gonna do?
Send them table scraps we're leaving
One who care are few
Most spend there time, with useless meaning

Dear father,
Do you think that it will be alright?
Tell me mother,
Will we make it through?
We make it through the hungry night.

Somewhere in the west
Gold teeth, but sometime is gleaming
We know we are the best