He left home when she was seventeen   We came back to see her   She was older cold and even mean   Not like we remembered      Out along the old road   Where the Indian Paintbrush grows   She began to cry and said she wanted us to know      There were hard times   When the family was broken   There were hard times   Then she lit up a smoke and said      Gonna open up my umbrella and keep it off of me   It's so easy to go somewhere   But so hard to leave   I move far away and still the memories find me there   When I hear the clock and see the dust come off the chair      There were hard times   I don't wanna remember   There were hard times   And I don't want to see ya      Let the wind and white sheet blow through the room   I can live with the ghosts but not with you   It was never so easy saying goodbye      Sitting at a bus stop   Waiting for euphoria   I've heard so much bad news today   I don't think I can take anymore   Of the hard times   Shadows on the horizon   All the hard times   Rusty glow in the sunrise