He walks around with his hands in his pockets
got a picture of his baby on a chain in a locket
he needs her love so bad, but she’ll never know
cause he won’t ever tell her

and it’s so hard to find my way
so hard to find my way
so hard to find my way

Poor Richard’s got himself a banjo
he’s missing four strings but he ain’t even bothered
he says: “sunshine gonna come my way, look out
kid this might be my lucky day

and it’s so hard to find my way
so hard to find my way
so hard to find my way

red robin’s been a-workin in the kitchen
got everything she needs, but everything’s a-missing
she grew up with the radio, tattoo on
her hip is to remind her so....

that it’s so hard to find my way
so hard to find my way
so hard to find my way

you can say what you want
you can do what you do
but sometimes some things are chosen for you
the life that you want and the life that you’ve been given
are sometimes not even the life you’ve been living

I know a man who’s been working for the city
he pays his rent but his life is just a pitty
he says: “nothing’s gonna change around here,
im the same old man I’ve been for nearly 20 years�

it’s so hard to find my way
so hard to find my way
so hard to find my way

She turns heads wherever she’s a-walking
she never speaks she lets her body do the talkin’
she’s daddy’s little baby girl
but she ain’t living in daddy’s world