The Hard Times

Down in the valley
There ain’t no sun
That kind of darkness
It’ll keep you on the run
Out in the city
That never sleeps
Those pretty lights are 
They gonna drive you to your knees

Pain is like a megaphone
Callin’ all the wayward home

What have you figured out in this life without the hard times?
The hard times

These doom days draggin’ you along (hey, hey, hey)
What don’t kill you gonna make you strong (hey, hey, hey)
The door’s open and the light is on (hey, hey, hey)
There’s only one way out of Babylon

Pain is like a megaphone
Callin’ all his people home

What have you figured out in this life without the hard times?
The hard times
They make us, they break us, they bend and they shape us
They’re turning our hearts around
What have you figured out in this life without the hard times? 
The hard, hard times
Oh the hard, hard times

It’s the story of the ages
Falling from the pages
Through the highs and the lows
In the Garden we grow
It’s His loving hands that shape us

It’s the story of the ages
Oh it’s falling from the pages
Through the highs and the lows
In the Garden we grow
It’s His loving hands that shape us

What have you figured out in this life without the hard times? Hard times
What have you figured out in this life without the hard times?
The hard times
They make us, they break us, they bend and they shape us
They’re turning our hearts around
What have you figured out in this life without the hard times? 
The hard, hard times
Oh the hard, hard times
Yeah, the hard, hard times