there's nothing soft about hard times

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 times