And so we ride on   The ballad of nice and easy   Young and carefree   We're coming along   The ballad of nice and easy   Young and carefree      Two of these kids grew up on the same street   And though some folks blow it, there's no smoke in their eyes   They're tying their dreams with doubled up laces   Falling, free falling, tangled up 'til they die      And so we ride on   The ballad of nice and easy   Young and carefree   We're coming along   The ballad of nice and easy   Young and carefree      'Cause everyone knows they'll get their hands dirty   Ripping at seams and smoking hot knives   But sooner or later there's an end to this candle   We'll burn it at both ends and switch on the light      So we ride on   The ballad of nice and easy   Young and carefree   We're coming along   The ballad of nice and easy   Young and carefree      And so we ride on   The ballad of nice and easy   Young and carefree   We're coming along   The ballad of nice and easy   Young and carefree