Hard Times

I don't think I can take anymore
When I hear the clock and see the dust come off the chair

There were hard times and I don't want to see you now
Out along the old road where the Indian Paintbrush grows
Let the wind and white sheet blow through the room
I move far away and still the memories find me there
It was never so easy saying goodbye

I can live with the ghosts but not with you
Of the hard times shadows on the horizon

She began to cry and said she wanted us to know
Sitting at a bus stop waiting for euphoria
There were hard times then she lit up a smoke and said

I've heard so much bad news today
There were hard times I don't wanna remember

Gonna open up my umbrella and keep it off of me
It's so easy to go somewhere but so hard to leave
There were hard times when the family was broken