I'm going out to big plains   To see the spirits rise   Out tonight to watch them   Do their thing      If you're coming out with big plains   To find some paradise   Well, there's nothing   Here to do but limboing      And some went back   They couldn't face the black   So they're going back today   With their personal things      I couldn't go back   I didn't have the knack   Yeah, so I'll be staying on with my personal things   I'll be staying on with my personal things      Well, they call this a life I live   On ninety-sixth floor   And they call it a life he lives   That's a guy next door      Life on the mighty brick tiers   I tried on the ninety-sixth floor   Mighty brick tiers   Ninety-sixth floor   Something had to give      Why is it so hard to live?   It's just so hard to make things   It's just so hard to make things      Why is it so hard to live?   It's just so hard to make things out      Well, I have a suggestion   As you bark your querying   Well, there ain't no congestion   On a dark Hyperion      In the night   In the night   Oh, no congestion   On a dark Hyperion   Why, why, why, why?      Why is it so hard to live?   It's just so hard to make things   It's just so hard to make things      Why is it so hard to live?   It's just so hard to make things out      Well, I'll tell you my philosophy   Things must have been grand   Way back in the old country   In a younger land      Yeah, now I can hardly wait, yeah   I can hardly wait to see them rise   Oh, I can hardly wait yeah   For it to materialize      Oh, I can hardly wait, yeah   I can hardly wait, yeah   I can hardly wait to see them rise      They're so hard to make out   They're so hard to make out