Easy - Kim Anderson

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