easy street
I’ve gone down a lot of hard roads looking for easy street.
Carried a lot of heavy loads looking for easy street.
I’ve turned left and I’ve turned right.
Kept on going straight right through the night.
And it don’t seem like I’ll ever get it in sight.
Somehow it just don’t seem right.
Easy street.
Tell me, “Why is it so hard to find?”
A woman’s jogging trying to reach easy street.
A man’s flogging himself trying to reach easy street.
She’s only got one more pound to lose.
He’s only got one more stroke of self-abuse.
One’s too big a number when you’re trying to pretend.
Costs eleven dollars, throw one away, you only got ten.
Easy street.
Tell me, “Why is it so hard to find?”
Where are the pathfinders, where are the guides?
Do the bookbinders make them stay inside?
Where are those heroes who can see tracks on hard stone,
Who know that the secret of the search is not to do it alone?
You got to use discretion along the canal of defeat.
Alligators get snappy when the day finds its heat.
Easy street.
Tell me, “Why is it so hard to find?”
When you’re at the crossroads and you’re trying to decide,
It’s only a question of who’s along for the ride.
Should it be left or should it be right
Or should you keep going straight right through the night?
If you look down you will find
You’ve been standing on it all the time.
Easy street.
Tell me, “Why is it so hard to find?”