Everything Is Simple

Everything is simple 'til it's not Learned to love the ropes when you were caught See they could be braided a different way And sinking into nothing, you learn to stay Singers tend to hide the truth Or you hear it, if it speaks to you What do you expect, it serves them well To edit anything that's fit to tell I'm no better and I'm no worse I'm still around but it's a curse And you'll just do the best you can And time will call you a good man And sing your praise, because you would Sing it yourself because you could What do I expect, it serves you well To edit anything that's fit to tell Everything is simple 'til it's not You learned to love the ropes when you were caught Everything is simple 'til it's not Everything is simple