Every day held a new surprise I watched the hunger burning in my sister's eyes The paste-board shack we called home Would haunt me in my dreams 'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times
We never knew anything groovy A dime meant bread and not a movie The muscles that controlled my smile were rarely ever used 'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times
Had to go 'cause I could see I wasn't meant for poverty The family ties were broken soon and I went off to find the moon
So I sit on a bench in Jackson Square I drink my wine and I breathe the midnight air Tomorrow I'll just hit the street and bum another dime 'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times
Had to go 'cause I could see I wasn't meant for poverty The family ties were broken soon and I went off to find the moon
So I sit on a bench in Jackson Square
I drink my wine and I breathe the midnight air Tomorrow I'll just hit the street and bum another dime 'Cause there's nothing soft about hard timesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
