Lyrics and music by Cristina Williams
There's a hole in my pocket and it's leaking stars
One for each dream that never made it far
And all I can do is watch them as they slowly slip away.
It's a car full of memories, trying to run me down
Pedal to the metal, but I stood my ground
I stopped, turned around, stare into the double-barrel light
It's Hard Work to make the wrong things right, yes it is
It's hard work to get up again and fight.
Well I could pick up a needle, go find some thread
One end to the other until it's closed again
But my hands are too heavy to fix anything today
Well it's hard work to make the wrong things right, yes it is.
Well it's hard work to get up again and fight, but you do.
Well it's hard work to find your one true light. Yeah, it is.
Yes it's hard work, to get up again.