Why Can't Anything Be Easy, Baby?

God rest my soul each night I fall to pieces, baby
Every time I see you in that magazine
'Cause there’s nowhere to fall
No one to fault and no place to go
As the papers fly around through the center of the town
And I look down and suddenly we both know
Why can’t anything be easy, baby?
Why can’t anything just be magic and serene?
God rest my soul each night, I fall to pieces, baby
Every time I see you, every time I see you
Easy baby, easy baby