Ease Yourself and Glide

She likes to climb into the attic room
And see what she might find
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 step seem to smile through their teeth

Could be twenty more years later and 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 'for it gets too high to subside

Ease yourself

Ease yourself and glide
Ride onto the coming tide
Catch a fever 'for it gets too high to subside