They say a man will cry
For all he lets go
But i think most men cry, for reasons they dont know
They hold their hands out straight, towards that sky above
Pushing against the weight, of all the dreams they'd dreamed of
Wester Ohio, midwest pipe and steel
My father drove a trailer truck, kept his hands upon the wheel
He would always take the hardest ones,
For that better wage and a chance... for us
Caffeine pills, 800 miles through that thick midnight dust
Oh, Every place I go, things are getting harder
In every face I know, things are getting harder
In the eyes of a criminal, and in the heart of a decent man
Things are getting harder man
I must have fallen asleep, by the TV's blue light
I found my father at the kitchen table, clutching his keys tight
He was wearing that uniform, he had his head hanging down
Oh, what he drove for all those years, was finally gonna drive him outta town
Oh the older I get, the less clear things seem to be
When all the things you need the most, are the hardest things to see
How can you learn to live in darkness, how can you learn to live in light
Oh when its the same thing that pulls you to your bed,
That keeps you up all night
Oh, Every place I go, things are getting harder
In every face I know, things are getting harder
In every empty-hearted promise, in every unforgiving hand
Things are getting harder man
Scroll my name into that deep dark ground, no
Lay me under the place where im found
I am lost, I am home
I am home
Every place I go, things are getting harder
In every face I know, things are getting harder
In every town and every city, across a wicked and mighty land
Things are getting harder man
(Break)
Things are getting harder man
Things are getting harder man