Trouble Been Hard

Young girl upon a sidewalk

Silver cross on a silver chain

She was born and raised in Coney Island

But she'll never make it back that way again

Young boy upon a highway

Walk a mile to work a double shift

But on that long and lonely skyway

There's a heavy fog that might never lift

Trouble's been hard

Although I know that in that I ain't alone

Young mom upon a bus seat

One child pulling on her dress

Another softly asking to be held

Heaven knows I need so much less

Trouble's been hard

Although I know that in that I ain't alone

Criminals by a river

Says one to one, "Be still,

Can you see that figure on the levy?

And if the law don't find us, Lord, the devil will."

Trouble's been hard

Although I know that in that I ain't alone