Look him in the eyes
theres no need to be scared
hes as powerless as you and me
though his face is well worn
and his clothes a bit torn
that don't mean that you shouldn't believe.
When he asks you your name,
he says brother we're all here in the same game
but you shrink back like he's a disease
Yeah your shakin' and you moan
you say oh please take me home
and the homeless all sang the reprease.
It's a hard hand to hold
that is looking for control
It is tempting to fight
when you know that you're right
It's hard to lie down
when you don't trust the ground
It is hard to hold on
it is hard to hold on.
Walking home again
becomes a battle with the wind
as it teases your provisions against shame
Like all that wax in your hair
it becomes painfully clear, that as long as it's a fight you'll never win.
When you get to the door
your'e so busy fighting wars
that you can't look upon your lady as a friend
you're trying so hard to be right
you missed the love in that first sight
and your lover feels alone once again.
It's a hard hand to hold
that is looking for control
It is tempting to fight,
when you know that you're right
It's hard to lie down
when you don't trust the ground
It is hard to hold on
it is hard to hold on.
Entering the liquor store
you try your hardest to ignore
that street sleeper on your left there all alone
and the young man on your right
with unchained soles and love of night
you look so scared they'll laugh and wander if you're stoned
But somewhere deep inside
they feel a pain they've learned to hide
'cause that same fear has brought much trouble on their homes
and they know you won't feel safe
until that cop car wins it's race
And another life is driven off it's road.
