Heart Is Hard to Find
I can’t compete with the clear eyes of strangersI’m more and more replacedBy my friends each nightI can’t competeJust can’t recoverHow many years it’s been, it’s day one in my mindThat’s the fi rst stepEach time
The heart is hard to fi ndIt’s hard to fi nd the heartSometimes
I can’t compete with your new-found religionThe good word seems everywhereBut good words onlyI can’t compete with a real educationAll the fucked up things you sayCouldn’t possibly be any less help to me
The heart is hard to fi ndIt’s hard to find the heartSometimes