Isn't it hard
   To be the one who has to give advice?
   Isn't it hard
   To be the strong one?
  
   I see the skyline blurred through the plastic on your back screen door
   Not unlike the faces of the people who keep turning up in the places we go
   The ones we'd never see if things weren't going so well
   When I was a torn jacket hanging on the barbed wire
   You cut me free
   And sewed me up and here I am
  
   Isn't it hard
   To be the one whose phone rings all day everyday?
   Isn't it hard
   To be the strong one?
  
   Mouths move without vision -- without regard for consequences
   Eyes fill with memories poisoned by intimate knowledge of failure to love
   Sometimes, sometimes, doesn't the light seem to move so far away?
   You help your sisters, you help your old lovers, you help me but who do you cry to?
  
   Cause isn't it hard
   To be the one who gathers everybody's tears?
   Isn't it hard
   To be the strong one?