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