We're talking trash again like long sedated lovers

Baby what's become of us

A latent memory of southern spring and summer

Maybe winter in new york





It's started raining now on all my best intentions

I'm putting on my heavy coat

I'll take an airplane and leave the worst unmentioned

Blame it on a lack of time





When i was given to easy answers

I swept you off your feet

But now the dancing days are gone

You sleep alone, leave the radio on





I'm high above it now, the clouds a pillow for me

I consider even more

You have the softest eyes, the ways to wash and comfort

All the kids on jersey shore





And i believe in easy answers

Coming home for christmas

Minding manners all along

I sleep alone, leave the radio on





Yes i believe in easy answers

Something permanent

But only chances make a song

We sleep alone with the radio on