Cold Hard Times

In the waking hours of some not too distant morning
 you come walking barefoot to this cowl pulled mind
 selling yesterday's dreams wrapped in tomorrow's paper
 whistling for a dog named kindness that you'll never find
 It's a cold, hard world love
 these are cold hard times
 these are cold hard times
 Standing in some narrow space you'll hear your mother crying
 for the thoughts she had and didn't use and now they're gone
 and your father is still out back he's selling and he's buying
 there's nothing he can give you 'cause he's never once been wrong
 It's a cold, hard world love
 these are cold hard times
 these are cold hard times
 I heard my brother died last week or was it just a rumor
 from an overdose of hate taken in his veins
 I heard the preachers said God must have a sense of humor
 'cause when they put him in the grave it didn't even rain
 It's a cold, hard world love
 these are cold hard times
 these are cold hard times
 these are cold hard times