Don Conoscenti

go easy on me baby. the ride's a little rough.
storm on the horizon and the wind is kicking up.
take a look around you. the scenery has changed.
seems your little ship of fools has carried you away. carried you away.

there's no strength in numbers.
not with the company you keep.
some minor catastrophe
is always bringing you to your knees.
but if you fell into troubled waters
i'd swim all seven seas. swim all seven seas

take it easy baby. i really wish you would.
a boring moment now and then
would do us both some good.
and go easy on yourself.
wipe those tears off of your face.
the salt you spilled into my wounds
is just the paradox of grace. the paradox of grace.

no strength in numbers. not with the company you keep.
some minor catastrophe
is always bringing you to your knees.
but if i fell into trouble waters you'd swim all seven seas.
i know you'd swim all seven seas.
Swim all seven seas ...
Swim all seven seas ...