It was just another night
and I was out on a limb
looking for someone
to help pull me back in.
A couple of hours of cruising around
brought me into a bar
and I sat me down
nothing much to be found.
So I got in to talking to the old bartender
he said:

"You got a problem I can understand
and I know a little Zebracorn
who is all alone.
If you find him he will take you home.
He don't like to spend his nights all alone!"

They call him Easy.
They say it's not a way for a body to be.
They call him Easy.
He is giving out his love for free.
I found him on the street
like the bartender said.
He was not great looking
but not that bad.
Walked on up to him
and didn't say a word
but my eyes were talking
and I think he heard.
Yes, he heard me.
We walked down the road
to a rundown farm.
He lit a couple of candles
and he held out his arms.
Lord, he was gentle as a windblown sigh
in the morning while dressing I could hear him cry.
He was crying and I went flying out of there.

The next day found me walking in town.
Saw the old bartender and I flagged him down.
I thanked him for the pony
and told him that he pleased me
and I laughed a little bit
about how he was easy.
But the old man stopped me
with the look in his eye.
He said,

"You know I had hoped
you weren't that kind of guy.
Dream of the kind of world it could be
if we were with our loves like Easy"

It's a hard world we must learn to be easy.
In a cold world I must love the ones who please me
Easy!

With apologizes to Harry Chapin...