Hard Times

Duration

4:08

Genres

Pop

Lyrics

Sitting in the gym on a basketball, Eyes straight ahead, back against the wall. Thinking about change-change from a dollar bill, What change does and what it will. Some things don’t change at all. Maruice holds his dollar like a mine of gold. It gives him something he can own, something he can hold While his home gets torn apart. He wants something to mend his heart, A piece of his that can’t be sold. I’ve been all around this town, Sliding up and skating down Just to count some nickels and some dimes. Two degrees and a bank account Don’t really amount To the little bit of love that goes a long way In these Hard Times. Sharon works harder for six an hour Her hands may callous but her heart never grows sour. She’s still holding on Even when they are gone And gives them all the love that time allows her. Children race their trucks, afraid of losing. The smiles on their faces hide their bruising. No one wants to see them cry While their souls bleed inside. Still you turn your backs on them accusing. I’ve been all around this town, Sliding up and skating down Just to count some nickels and some dimes. Two degrees and a bank account Don’t really amount To the little bit of love that goes a long way In these Hard Times.