Texty: Robert Forster. It Ain't Easy.

And a river ran, and a train ran, and a dream ran through everything that he did
There was melody, there was harmony, there was sweet Sherrie, but it was melody he loved most of all
An ice cube in a quiet room melts through an afternoon 32 in the shade
And a books talks, and a magazine speaks, and a window breaks, and a movie was in his head

It ain?t easy, when that love is blue, the love is blue

It was a head trip, it was a friendship, he picked me up when I might have slipped and not done a thing
A sly grin, that played to win, we will not see his kind again anymore

It ain?t easy, when that love is blue, the love is blue

I write these words to his tune that he wrote on a full moon
And a river ran, and a train ran, and a dream ran through everything that he did