They say a man will cry For all he lets go But i think most men cry, for reasons they dont know They hold their hands out straight, towards that sky above Pushing against the weight, of all the dreams they'd dreamed of Wester Ohio, midwest pipe and steel My father drove a trailer truck, kept his hands upon the wheel He would always take the hardest ones, For that better wage and a chance... for us Caffeine pills, 800 miles through that thick midnight dust Oh, Every place I go, things are getting harder In every face I know, things are getting harder In the eyes of a criminal, and in the heart of a decent man Things are getting harder man I must have fallen asleep, by the TV's blue light I found my father at the kitchen table, clutching his keys tight He was wearing that uniform, he had his head hanging down Oh, what he drove for all those years, was finally gonna drive him outta town Oh the older I get, the less clear things seem to be When all the things you need the most, are the hardest things to see How can you learn to live in darkness, how can you learn to live in light Oh when its the same thing that pulls you to your bed, That keeps you up all night Oh, Every place I go, things are getting harder In every face I know, things are getting harder In every empty-hearted promise, in every unforgiving hand Things are getting harder man Scroll my name into that deep dark ground, no Lay me under the place where im found I am lost, I am home I am home Every place I go, things are getting harder In every face I know, things are getting harder In every town and every city, across a wicked and mighty land Things are getting harder man (Break) Things are getting harder man Things are getting harder man