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
