So hard they try

BEFORE THE AGE OF THREE,

LITTLE HEADS PRETEND TO BE

OTHER PEOPLE. 

BY TEN, THEY DREAM AWAKE, 

LEAP ON STAGE AND GET TO FAKE

JUST A LITTLE.    

THEN, AT TWENTY

THEY CATCH A PLANE; THEY CATCH A BREAK.

AT NOON, THEY FLIP TABLES ON VINE

AND SOON, THEY TRIP OVER ONE LINE.

 

SO HARD THEY TRY,

JUST TO GET BY.

 

THEY WISH FOR THE BEST,

THEY’RE WAITING TO BE BLESSED

THEY HURT FROM THE START OF IT 

FLIRT WITH THE WORST OF IT 

AND YET,

THEY HOPE FOR THE BEST.

 

SOME DAYS, THEY’RE PLEADING TO THE CLOUDS,

CALL ON THE WIND TO LIFT THE SHROUD

OF DOUBTS THAT WEIGHS ON THEIR HEARTS,

JUST A LITTLE.

THEN AT THIRTY

THEY GET “THE PART” THEY GET THE HOME. 

THEY’RE RIDING HIGH, THEY TAP THE SKY.

AND JUST LIKE THAT, SINK LIKE A STONE.

 

SO HARD THEY TRY

JUST TO GET BY.

 

THEY WISH FOR THE BEST,

THEY’RE WAITING TO BE BLESSED

THEY SMILE THROUGH THE MOST OF IT 

CRY FOR SOME PART OF IT. 

AND YET,

THEY HOPE FOR THE BEST.

 

THEN AT SIXTY,

EV’RYTHING ACHES, EV’RYTHING IS SORE.

 

SO HARD THEY TRIED

JUST TO GET BY.

 

THEY WISHED FOR THE BEST,

THEY’VE WAITED TO BE BLESSED

THEY CAUGHT A SMALL PIECE OF IT,

CAME THE NEAREST TO IT 

AND YET, 

THEY HOPE FOR THE BEST.