Down at the quarry where the big birds fly
The sweet perfume of the great by and by
I keep my nickels and dimes
I hold your hand in mine
I can show you an easy way
An easy way to have a
Hard time
Hard Georgia morning, only good for the lens
We could be in the city now, with your oldest friends
Why here? Why now? We could be anywhere anyhow
We could find an easy way
An easy way to have a
Hard time
I'm a whitewashed dogwood with roots spreading thin
I'm keeping score with the scenery again
Do we want kids? Is there a world kind enough to raise them in?
They could find an easy way
An easy way to have a
Hard time