Hard to Make It

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