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 the suit don't seem to fit

All the people standing on the steps

Seem to smile through their teeth

Could be twenty 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 on to the coming tide

Catch a fever 'fore it gets too high to subside

Ease your

Ease yourself and glide

(Ease yourself and)

Ride onto the coming tide

Catch a fever 'fore it gets too high to subside