Young girl ‘pon a sidewalk
Silver cross upon a silver chain
She was born and raised in Coney Island
But she’ll never make it back that way again
Young boy upon a highway
Walk a mile to work a double shift
But on that long and lonely skyway
There’s a heavy fog that might never lift

Trouble’s been hard
Although I know that in that I ain’t alone

Young mom upon a bus seat
One child pulling on her dress
Another softly asking to be held
Heaven knows I need so much less

Trouble’s been hard
Although I know that in that I ain’t alone

Criminals along the river
Says one to one, “Be still
Can you see that figure on the levee?
And if the law don’t find us, Lord, the devil will.”

Trouble’s been hard
Although I know that in that I ain’t alone