Les Jours Tristes

It's hard, 

hard, not to sit on your hands, 

burrow your head in the sand, 

hard, not to make other plans 

and claim that you've done all you can, 

all alone 

and life 

must go on. 



Its hard, 

hard, to stand up for what's right 

and bring home the bacon each night, 

hard, not to break down and cry, 

when every ideal that you tried 

has been wrong. 

But you must 

carry on. 





It's hard, 

but you know it's worth the fight, 

cause you know you've got the truth on your side, 

when the accusations fly. 

Hold tight! 

Don't be afraid of what they'll say. 

Who cares what cowards think anyway, 

They will understand some day, 

some day. 



It's hard, 

hard, when you're here all alone 

and everyone else's gone home. 

Harder to know right from wrong 

when all objectivity's gone 

and it's gone. 

But you still 

carry on. 



'cause you, 

you are the only one left 

and you've got to clean up this mess. 

You know you'll end up like the rest 

Bitter and twisted – unless 

you stay strong 

And you 

carry on. 





It's hard, 

but you know it's worth the fight, 

cause you know you've got the truth on your side, 

when the accusations fly. 

Hold tight! 

Don't be afraid of what they'll say. 

Who cares what cowards think anyway, 

They will understand some day, 

some day.