1. EASY STREET

Easy Street, down Easy Street, down Easy Street, down Easy Street

Did you hear the one about the friend of a friend
Who tried to end it all?
At the last moment he picked up the phone
And gave you a call

You thought about letting it ring
But you answered after all
You answered after all
You answered after all

And there you were put on the spot
At the end of the other line

For all the questions that you never thought
You'd ever have to answer to
Who do you turn to when the ones you always turn to
Go and turn on you?

It leaves you in the dark
Feeling for a switch to turn it on again
You turn it on again
You turn it on again

There are no easy answers, the questions remain tough
There's no shortcuts to Easy Street, no corners you can cut
Can you cut this, can you cut this diamond in the rough?

And it's good to see you alive
Sign your will to survive
Look into your heart before it sees its final hour
Live each day like there is no tomorrow

Beyond this mess ahead there is a street so very hard to find
Though I have thought to lay my head down at this dead end so many times
And if we ever get to Easy Street, you can say with a smile:

I came just for the ride

Easy Street, down Easy Street, down Easy Street, down Easy Street (×9)


2. ONE WAY CONVERSATION

If I were you I'd get away
Nothing nice left to say
So tie your shoes
Pull up your pants
Pull yourself out of that trance

Cause I'm tired of fantasy
Something I can't touch
Something I can see
Are you there
Can you still feel
Is this a joke
Does this seem real
Or just a cheating dream
You're asleep

Chosen right, the desperate walk
Do us two, and you just talk
And when you speak to me
It's like a one way conversation, useless information, get me a translator

Take a look
A look and see
What your life has come to be
It wanders on
It is not lost
It's just a coin you've got to toss
Into your deep blue sea

Of all your one way conversation, lost communication, get an operator, get me anyone
Whole system of living, talking with out listening, taking without giving

It's cynical, it's not quite done
Now mamma's boy has got a son
A thespian
And spotted still
With father's guns
And mother's pills
It's just your cheating dream

One way conversation, not my imagination, know you're in here somewhere