Meg Hutchinson Hard To Change
Train whistling home in the dark Christmas lights up in the trailer park And across the highway good Americans shop There is a quiet dignity, yards tiny and clean Small enough to just fall right through The American dream Year of the billion dollar bailout Neighborhood of the graveyard shift Just a few blocks back behind the dealerships And all these things feel so hard to change You know it used to snow here, now it only rains I can barely hear you, over these machines Turn 'em all off and tell me about your dreams Driving south from New York City Past Our Lady of Liberty Toward the strange glow of the factories Wanna hear the silence in my life But I bought all these tools to save time Well if they save so much then where's all mine? Wanna be your new lover, wanna be your old friend Don't wanna make the same mistakes that my parents did And all these things feel so hard to change...
