Pochette de l'album Cross Talk.


Early in the morning when I get out of bed
She says « get up honey, your eyes are really red
It’s those late nights that you’re keeping with your pals »
She says « get down to the pub, give me some ale. »

It’s the reason that I must get a job
She says « look in the papers, there’s something for you in there »
It’s the reason that I feel it’s a sin
All the kids lining up, all the kids staying thin

It’s so hard.

I see a ship and it is coming down the Thames
Up and down up and down here it comes again
In my binoculars the captain looks sweet
He has tattoos on his arm, and he’s really neat.

It’s so hard.

Down at the labour and there’s nothing for me
He has a cabin and he’s safe at sea.
Stowaway tanker is something to be, it’s so hard.

Meanwhile, back in the kitchen there is something real dull
She is standing in her curlers and she’s ready to blow
A see-thru apron round her waist and her thighs
She says « give me one, give me one, » I say « no. »

It’s too hard.

Falling AgainIt’s So HardShe Don’t

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