Riding down the road on 17 Never had a moment to myself Long hair, didn't care, 19 What the hell was he even whining about? Found a picture of myself I remember what I felt If I could do this for a life time But the walls cave in Why is it so hard? Now that you're gone I'll meet you at the show on Spring Street Screaming yelling bout what we really feel Now that the years have past, it seems we Never got the short end of the deal Found a picture of ourselves Sweating in our clothes yeah you can tell If we could do this for a life time But then we all die off Why is it so hard? Now that you're gone Why is it so hard? Now that you're gone Why is it so hard? Now that you're gone Why is it so hard? Now that you're gone