lonesome stranger won t you share my bed the sidewalk siren at the bus stop said love is a tear in a salty bay and it s hard to make it in this world today love is a river but the river run dry the clouds blow bitter in a boneyard sky flesh dries up and it burns away and you can t remember where your heart once lay and it s hard to make it in this world today dandy don he s a velvet hand he s my silent partner he s the inside man holds me shakin through the shotgun dawn and he keeps me walkin down this road i m on keeps me runnin when he calls my name shines the light but he kills the flame stones me simple when i try to speak bruise my face but he kiss my cheek and it s hard to make it when you get this weak one of these mornins gonna spread my wings like a red ass robin at the gates of spring rise up singin on a cyclone wind till the walls of this city come tumblin in walls of this city come tumblin rumblin round my head like an old man stumblin i don t care if the mountains fall there s a little blue egg in the middle of this all and it s hard to make it when you feel so small bus pulled up and i climbed inside i sat in the window and i waved goodbye she stood starin at the blue machine singin nobody knows the trouble i ve seen nobody cares and nobody knows only weeds remember where your headstone grows and it s dust to ashes and wings to clay and i check my wallet as we pull away cause it s hard to make it in this world today