The Hard Won

Soviet history student Dressed like an overthrown tsar Say so long to your money worries Swan songs sail out your guitar You know I'd do it You know I’ve done it before This indiscretion When I was twenty and four Pushing daisies in delicate hands And finding my way To stave off the sun The shame beat the drum Fool’s gold All told all I offer now Is plain train stations No destinations And it’s not easy to say But I’ve won the hardest way And there’ll be no conversation One dirt road, no explanation So be it, history student Volunteer on my star You can make me shine like a bad pеnny You can cry for a while on my scar You know I'd do it You know I’ve done it bеfore The acceleration Your slam of the door Pushing daisies in delicate hands And leaving my trace On another hand-me-down muse in disgrace Fool’s gold All told all I offer now Is old flirtations Devastations And it’s not easy to say But I’ve won the hardest way And there’ll be no conversation One dirt road, no explanation And it’s not easy to say But I’ve won the hardest way And there’ll be no conversation One dirt road, no explanation So think not of me a saint And think not of me again For there’ll be no conversation One dirt road, no explanation