Edie Brickell. Hard Times. Zeneszám

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 you now

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
I've heard 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