Hard at Best Hard at best , hard at best , lifes hard at best I lie on my bed but I never can rest With wisdom comes sorrow and troubled strife I can't find a peace or a comfort in life Comes to mind in the misery and memory of fact The fool true knowledge of a long wasted past Ghost like visions drive me insane They focus clear cut on things I can't change Oft times I've pondered to often to tell 'bout the thief up in heaven and the angels in hell Alone in the twilight the moon hangin' high I pray to my God that I would just die -Rob McNurlin copyright Buffalo Skinner Music BMI