Make It Easier

i'm in search of greener pastures, don't like my
garden's what i said, although i'm working harder than
last year, i'm still deep in the red, i am rowing as hard
as i can, and they're selling me up a stream, i'm always
one more step away from the american dream. i got a
chip on my shoulder about the size of a mental block,
i've got someone on the telephone trying to sell me a
future in stock, maybe i work too hard to be happy,
and i should practice letting go, but it's hard not to
rock the boat when you're sailing against the
undertow.
chorus: i want to slide into the black and wear the
black mask, i might not get what i lack, but it
doesn't hurt to ask if i want to sail, i need my
life to be breezier i said, please, god, or
someone, make it easier
i went to sunday school every sunday swallowed the
bait and i got the hook and when i needed something
someday i would read the good book. tell me, what
does it take to get ahead? sometimes i know i'd sell
my soul when it looks like everybody else is flying,
and i'm crawling in the hole maybe if i open my own
business, maybe if i buy a lottery ticket, someone
tell me what is the secret to getting out of the thicket?
give me more than just a sample, i need a whole lot of
glory then my life become an example of the american
success story.
chorus: