It's Hard - Eleanor Friedberger

The last call bell rings at Au Revoir

It’s 3 o’clock and we’ve closed the bar

They’ve been going down fast, going down slow

The ice in my mouth won’t melt but you know

Where to go for another thrill

It’s Rebound where time stands still

It’s like '83 or '82

Or '85, it’s hard to tell

Down the stairs, laugh, no smoking sign

Coat’s covered in ash and my heart’s still full of wine

And it’s hard

It’s hard enough

Oh, it’s hard

The Fish Wall first, The Heavenly Rest

The Figure Eight

The Fish Wall first, The Heavenly Rest

The Figure Eight, then the one that I like the best

I watched the moves now I’ll get up and go

Back and forth with my head held low

Arms swing in time to the tune I don’t know

Sounds familiar but it’s sure not The Cure

Remember the days waiting by the phone

Or worse yet, losing a number at home

Ripped up bill just wet from the washer

Knowing that you never could, never would call her

Walk back and forth with my head held low

Arms swing in time to the tune that I don’t know

And it’s hard

It’s hard enough

Oh, it’s hard