He left home when she was seventeennWe came back to see hernShe was older cold and even meannNot like we rememberednnOut along the old roadnWhere the Indian Paintbrush growsnShe began to cry and said she wanted us to knownnThere were hard timesnWhen the family was brokennThere were hard timesnThen she lit up a smoke and saidnnGonna open up my umbrella and keep it off of menIt's so easy to go somewherenBut so hard to leavenI move far away and still the memories find me therenWhen I hear the clock and see the dust come off the chairnnThere were hard timesnI don't wanna remembernThere were hard timesnAnd I don't want to see yannLet the wind and white sheet blow through the roomnI can live with the ghosts but not with younIt was never so easy saying goodbyennSitting at a bus stopnWaiting for euphorianI've heard so much bad news todaynI don't think I can take anymorenOf the hard timesnShadows on the horizonnAll the hard timesnRusty glow in the sunrise