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 sunrisenOliviannLights on the river bridge roll to the water's edgenFilling the harbor with halosnThe night was cold and black when they were walking backnHe held her hand in the shadowsnnMy favoritenThere is so much more to seenWhy stay behindnWhen you could go on with me?nnIcicle centuries burst into gentle breezenSomewhere a curse has been liftednShe turned around in her chair and he touched her hairnAnd the universe shiftednnMy favoritenThere is so much more to seenWhy stay behindnWhen you could go on with me?nnOlivianWhy don't you let your heart come home?nOlivianLeave those wild young boys alonennOut on the stormy cliff silvery waters liftnHigh with a wild wind behind themnVaporous rippling like a drug or a dreamnEyes in the lamplight were shiningnnMy favoritenThere is so much more to seenWhy stay behindnWhen you could go off with me?nnOlivianWon't you let your heart come home?nOlivianLeave those wild young boys alone