Easy

Turn on the radio
The station plays a song we used to know
When things were easy
Outside, the field’s full of snow
You watch the winter birds, they’re flying low
And they look so carefree
When things were easy, when things were easy
The station plays a song we used to know
When things were easy
Hours turn to days that pass
You learn the things you love are bound to change
And it isn’t easy
Tracing your face in the glass
The features seem to brighten and to fade
Hard to see it clearly
It isn’t easy, no it isn’t easy
You learn the things you love are bound to change
And it isn’t easy