God, it ain't easy some days

God, it ain’t easy some days

when what you want and what you got

ain’t the same thing and it ain’t on backorder no more

and all you can do is take what you can get

and make it a meal to keep you going, but

God, it ain’t easy some days

when there’s nothing to wash it down with,

not even a glass of water from a tap run dry

or a leaky faucet dripping to the floor

and there’s nothing to clean it up with

but an old used up mop that

don’t hold no water but only spreads the dirt;

and God, it ain’t easy some days,

that dirt, gritty underfoot, turning to dust

and blowing, settling on what you got

which ain’t what you want, but all there is;

some days, God, it just ain’t easy.