Hard Times

I remember her slender fingers ‘round a coffee cup Our first date, that old café, I knew I’d never get enough Of the way she told big truths, tears in her eyes Such a sweet old soul stuck in my hard luck times Our first kiss, I said I never had anything like this We spent hours on the couch going places I will miss But even her favorite pair of jeans one day wore out Like the hole in her soul from my nagging doubts Oh oh oh oh Oh, my dark mind. Oh, her dark eyes Oh, oh, hard times, get away from my door Don’ come around here anymore Now the sun is shining, on a January day Midwinter thaw, more snow on the way Sometimes I pretend she comes back to me It’s a sort of self-torture, sweet misery Chorus