And so we ride on The ballad of nice and easy Young and carefree
We're coming along The ballad of nice and easy Young and carefree
Two of these kids grew up on the same street And though some folks blow it, there's no smoke in their eyes They're tying their dreams with doubled up laces Falling, free falling, tangled up 'til they die
And so we ride on The ballad of nice and easy Young and carefree
We're coming along The ballad of nice and easy Young and carefree
'Cause everyone knows they'll get their hands dirty Ripping at seams and smoking hot knives But sooner or later there's an end to this candle We'll burn it at both ends and switch on the light
And so we ride on The ballad of nice and easy Young and carefree
We're coming along The ballad of nice and easy Young and carefree
And so we ride on The ballad of nice and easy Young and carefree
We're coming along The ballad of nice and easy Young and carefree
