Tekstovi: Johnathan Rice. Hard To Believe.

Jimmy left New York for California
The east river wind blew him on his way
Past the cracked concrete through the sky he scraped
Said if you live like a ghost you don?t leave no trace
He stood on the edge of the big black ocean
If you lean too close you can fall right in
And a man he met said that California was sinking
That he was standing on the edge of the earth

It may be hard, hard to believe

Before it all falls in I wanna make my mark
Before I go swimming with them Great White Sharks
I wanna walk this land with a pick and a pan
I don?t believe the gold rush is over
The man said boy you got some big ideas
You better make some room for the raging seas
Soon you?ll have salt water up to your ears
You?ll take one last breath and go under
It may be hard, hard to believe

He wanted to find out how much he was worth
He wanted to leave a scar on the face of the earth
But the tricks of the trade made a fool out of him
Once a man eats well he gets hungry again
And it?s a hell of a day when you realize
The people you despise are keeping you alive
And you search down your soul
But you don?t have the guts
To look into that mirror and admit that you?re fucked.

it may be hard, hard to believe.
it may be hard, hard to believe.