Where will you live, love, and who with;
from town to town without complications?
It should be easy enough to do,
but it’s not easier for you.

Crossing the Bar, get in the car,
effectuate your own isolation.
It should be easy enough to do
but it’s not easier for you.

And all of our friends at opposite ends
of this fucking gigantic nation --
they should be easy enough to see,
but there’s always that question of money…

And what if instead, we weren’t so wed
to the tools of our own stupification?
It should be easy enough to not use,
but it’s not easier for you.

And you’re workin’ it out again --
you’re always workin’ it out again --
you’re always figurin’ it out
but you can’t erase doubt.
It should be easy enough to do,
but it’s not easier for you…
Aw, c’mon!

This is my day, day of dramatic decision.
This is my day, day of dramatic decision!
I am the day -- I am dramatic decision!

Look -- the wind blew its tune
through the Commons at noon:
“(…it should be easy enough to do…),”
but it’s not easier for you