Lyric Comfort

We re talking trash again like long sedated lovers
Baby what s become of us
A latent memory of Southern spring and summer
Maybe Winter in New York


It s started raining now on all my best intentions
I m putting on my heavy coat
I ll take an airplane and leave the worst unmentioned
Blame it on a lack of time


When I was given to easy answers
I swept you off your feet
But now the dancing days are gone
You sleep alone, leave the radio on


I m high above it now, the clouds a pillow for me
I consider even more
You have the softest eyes, the ways to wash and comfort
All the kids on Jersey Shore


And I believe in easy answers
Coming home for Christmas
Minding manners all along
I sleep alone, leave the radio on


Yes I believe in easy answers
Something permanent
But only chances make a song
We sleep alone with the radio on