Текст песни Niki Berger - it stays hard

it's hard to heal on the road it's hard to process when you've got no home
it's hard to sort through the memories that paralyze in motion
oh have I been here before swear I've seen the farms turn into these cliffs
how did I make it this far once again how do my feet keep touching this stolen land
oh when will I rest when will the desert winds hold me again
now it's cheap coffee and the highway and these men
and as we crossed the cascades into the densest of clouds
I knew it was gonna stay hard
as they obscured the low sitting western sun
that we'd been hitchin into