Ballad Of Nice And Easy

And so we ride on

The ballad of nice and easy

Young and carefree

We're coming along

The ballad of nice and easy

Young and carefree

Two of these kids grew up on the same street

And though some folks blow it, there's no smoke in their eyes

They're tying their dreams with doubled up laces

Falling, free falling, tangled up 'til they die

And so we ride on

The ballad of nice and easy

Young and carefree

We're coming along

The ballad of nice and easy

Young and carefree

'Cause everyone knows they'll get their hands dirty

Ripping at seams and smoking hot knives

But sooner or later there's an end to this candle

We'll burn it at both ends and switch on the light

And so we ride on

The ballad of nice and easy

Young and carefree

We're coming along

The ballad of nice and easy

Young and carefree

And so we ride on

The ballad of nice and easy

Young and carefree

We're coming along

The ballad of nice and easy

Young and carefree