Way back in history along the Nordic coast. that was the sound all the people feared the most. It would echo thru the night up and down the foggy fj-ord.
Because of you I smiled again today. And took my head out of my hands. I saw the world again that way as I was, in that picture of us. With your hand upon my shoulder.
I could write about my feelings and I could write about my state. I could let the whole damn world know how much easier it is to wait. I could start from the beginning and I could find the words to say.
Moving on wasn't in the plan. I was living in that happy-to-be-right-where-I-am space. And god knows that's a hard-to-get-to kind of place. . But it took a right into another world.
Easy lovin', so sexy lookin'. I know from the feelin' that it comes from the heart. Easy lovin', everyday's Thanksgiving. To count all my blessings I wouldn't know where to start.
Well, everybody sees me bein' a blinin' country rock star. Drivin' downtown, poundin' honky tonk sounds in my bandit car. They didn't know me back in '92, with my pawn shop guitar.
Elsie Brown has a suitcase. She carries in a cart round town. Filled with books, former newsdays. The pages we've all thrown out. . Her hands are gnarled.
This is the story about Ed & Bettys'. A short time ago it became 'Bed & Eddies'. Cause now it's the place where I hang my hat. Truth be told, it's much more than that.