It’s hard,
Hard not to sit on your hands,
Bury your head in the sand;
Hard not to make other plans
And claim that you’ve done all you can
All along
And life must go on.
It’s 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 idea that you’ve 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 one day,
One day.

It’s hard,
Hard when you’re here all alone
And everyone else has gone home;
Harder to know right from wrong
When all objectivity is 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, 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.
And don’t be afraid of what they’ll say,
Who cares what cowards think anyway,
They will understand one day,
One day.

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.
And don’t be afraid of what they’ll say,
Who cares what cowards think anyway,
They will understand one day,
One day,
One day.