Ease Yourself and Glide

She likes to climb into the attic room To see what she might find There might be something she left behind Finds a picture in a quiet place A dream as clear as the night The picture apparently is from some time gone by I can hear The angels sing When you smile He wears a white carnation But the suit don't seem to fit All the people standing on the steps seem to smile through their teeth Could be 20 more years later We're so tired from the game But she knows we'll play it just the same Take the cards the way they lay Ease yourself and glide Ride onto the coming tide Catch a fever 'fore it gets too high to subside (Ease in) ease yourself and glide Ride onto the coming tide Catch a fever 'fore it gets too high to subside