Hard Times

He left home when she was seventeen

We came back to see her

She was older cold and even mean

Not like we remembered

Out along the old road

Where the Indian Paintbrush grows

She began to cry and said she wanted us to know

There were hard times

When the family was broken

There were hard times

Then she lit up a smoke and said

Gonna open up my umbrella and keep it off of me

It's so easy to go somewhere

But so hard to leave

I move far away and still the memories find me there

When I hear the clock and see the dust come off the chair

There were hard times

I don't wanna remember

There were hard times

And I don't want to see ya

Let the wind and white sheet blow through the room

I can live with the ghosts but not with you

It was never so easy saying goodbye

Sitting at a bus stop

Waiting for euphoria

heard I've so much bad news today

I don't think I can take anymore

Of the hard times

Shadows on the horizon

All the hard times

Rusty glow in the sunrise