[Verse 1: Bob Mould]
Twenty years ago, saw a friend was walking by
And I stopped him on the street to ask him how it went, and all he did was cry
I looked him in the face, but I couldn't see past his eyes
I asked him what the problem was, he says, "Here is your disguise"

[Chorus: Bob Mould]
Now he's hardly getting over it
He's hardly getting used to getting by
Now he's hardly getting over it
He's hardly getting used to getting by, by

[Verse 2: Bob Mould]
Old man lays down by the railroad tracks
Got no paper in his pocket, got no paper on his back
I asked him what the time was, he says, "To hit the road now, Jack"
Went back to see him next week, he died of a heart attack and died away

[Chorus: Bob Mould]
Now he's hardly getting over it
He's hardly getting used to getting by
He's hardly getting over it
He's hardly getting used to getting by, by

[Verse 3: Bob Mould]
Grandma, she got sick, she is going to die
And Grandpa had a seizure, moved into a hotel cell, died away
My parents, they just wonder when they both are going to die
And what do I do when they die?
[Chorus: Bob Mould]
Now I'm hardly getting over it
Hardly getting used to getting by
Hardly getting over it
Hardly getting used to getting by, by

[Synthesizer Solo]

[Outro: Bob Mould]
Well, I'm hardly getting over it
Hardly getting by
Hardly getting over it
Hardly getting by
Hardly getting over it
Hardly getting by
I cannot, hardly getting over it, ha
I can't hardly get by, by, goodbye