{t:Easy}
{st:By Sonja Kristina (Curved Air)}
{st:Tabbed by Christopher C Heckman (checkman@math.gatech.edu).}

[Am]Easy, little [Dm]boy with a troubled mind,
[Am]It'll work its own way out, don't [Dm]worry, I'm here with you.
[Am]Easy, if you [Dm]got to cry just let it come,
[Am]It'll work its own way out, don't worry, I'll [Em]stay with you through the [Am]night.

[Am]And I can see you sleeping in the heavy heavy night
[Dm]With a single sheet covering brown skin and white.
[Am]Feel you breathing soft and low, there's perfume in the air,
[Dm]With your tiny fingers gently [Am]sleeping in your hair.
You're [Am]many many miles from me, but I can see you still. 
I [Dm]look at you, beside myself till [Am]I see you again.

In the [Am]honeycomb confusion of many many lives,
I'm [Dm]tumbling like Alice down the tunnels of my mind.
[Am]Fingers closing up my ears, [Dm]fumble at my brain,
[Em]Screaming as I'm dreaming that I [Am]won't see you again.
You're [Am]many many miles from me, but I can see you still.
I [Dm]look at you, beside myself till I see you again.

[Am]Easy, [Dm]easy, [Am]easy, [Dm]easy ...