He calls and says, he has to work late.

The kids are running around, in the muddy backyard.

The dinner is burnt, on that goddam stove.

There’s another letter, from the savings and loan,

The car is out of gas, so I’m stuck here,

With no where else to go.

..

Why is life so hard?

Why is it so hard to cope?

Please send me a sympathy card.

Because All I have is love and hope.

.

When we were young, he’d rush home from work.

We’d spend hours just, up in the back bedroom

Dancing and movies, and late night pillow talks

We talked of trips and traveling, and all the places we’d go.

We had all the world, and so so many places to go.

..

Why is life so hard?

Why is it so hard to cope?

Please send me a sympathy card.

Because All I have is love and hope.

.

The first one came, and everything changed.

She died later that year, and we thought we’d die.

Life goes on, and now there are four.

There’s not enough money, and no no time at all.

We had the whole world, it was in our grasp,

but now, now we have no places to go.

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Why is life so hard?

Why is it so hard to cope?

Please don’t send me no damn sympathy card.

Because All I have is love and hope.

 

© words/lyrics by Dan DeMarle 2016