Lyrics:

Things got rough things got tough things got harder than hard we were just trying to make a livin' in our back yard we were born too late died to soon anxiety's a terrible crime if you don't come now don't come at all cause it's a crooked piece of time. It's a crooked piece of time that we live in a crooked piece of time all in all and all in all it's a crooked piece of time. Yesterday morning an ill wind came blew your picture right out of the picture frame even blew the candle out from underneath the flame yesterday morning an ill wind came