Hardest Part of Living
Garrison Starr
Where did everybody go
After the ride had ended
At the death of the last note,
The halls were already empty
Nobody is safe from heartache
We handle what we're given,
But to stand in the face of heartache
Maybe that's the hardest part of living
Down highway 51
Mississippi, 1964
The day you gave away someone
Lost to a different kind of war
Nobody is safe from heartache
We handle what we're given,
But to stand in the face of heartache
Maybe that's the hardest part of living
All decked out in your camouflage paint
Stalking a ghost you will never escape
There's no shortcut detour around disaster
To gain the things that matter
Early morning, desperate call
You never had the chance
The first hand that broke your fall
He only wanted one dance
Nobody is safe
