I don't love easy, babe,
Got to be slow.
Simple to talk about love,
But I want to know
All the things you're thinking
When the colored lights are blinking
And your head starts slowly sinking down,
Cause it's hard coming, love
Hard coming, love. . . coming love
Something about you, babe,
Turning me round,
So if you want me, babe,
You can't put me down.
When you say you need me,
And no other one can please me
There's that whole thing coming on where you belong.
Oh it's hard coming, love,
Hard coming, love. . . coming love.
If you're uncertain, babe
Don't turn it aside
Save it for this time, now.
You can't run and hide.
Tell me all the ones you're riding
Round with all the time you're hiding
Down beneath the cover of your blind,
Cause it's hard coming love
Hard coming love. . . coming, love.