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