Everyday, held a new surprise.

I watched the hunger burnin' in my sisters' eyes.

The pasteboard shack we called a home, would haunt me in my dreams.

There's nothing soft about hard times.

'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times.



We never knew anything groovy.

A dime meant bread, and not a movie.

The muscles that control my smile were rarely ever used.

'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times.

There's nothing soft about hard times.



I had to go 'cause I could see

I wasn't meant for poverty.

The family ties were broken soon

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 streets and bum another dime.

'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times.

There's nothing soft about hard times.



I had to go 'cause I could see

I wasn't meant for poverty.

The family ties were broken soon

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 streets, and bum another dime.

'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times.

There's nothing soft about hard times.

There's nothing soft about no-no-no-no those hard times.

There's nothing soft about hard times.

No-no-no those hard times.

There's nothing soft about hard times.

I'm gonna tell ya about the hard times.

There's nothing soft about hard times.