There were hard times then she lit up a smoke and said
There were hard times when the family was broken
It's so easy to go somewhere but so hard to leave
Out along the old road where the Indian Paintbrush grows
I don't think I can take anymore
Sitting at a bus stop waiting for euphoria
Gonna open up my umbrella and keep it off of me
I've heard so much bad news today
Of the hard times shadows on the horizon
I move far away and still the memories find me there
There were hard times and I don't want to see you now
When I hear the clock and see the dust come off the chair
It was never so easy saying goodbye
There were hard times I don't wanna remember
I can live with the ghosts but not with you
Let the wind and white sheet blow through the room
She began to cry and said she wanted us to know
