Lovin’ is the easy party baby,
lovin’ is the easy part babe
You tell her you love her,
you tell her you care,
but who are you talking to?
Who are you talking to?

Are you talking to a mirror,
or to each passerby
bye, baby

To collapse in the mold of the old linden tree
Face after face, which one belongs to me?
And what thoughts and what words of desirous will
like violence and rainfall from the top of the hill

My old man is a bottle of whiskey
My old girl is a bottle of gin
Mama wants to start raisin’ some children
Papa wants to start drinkin’ again

Sister you have been crying for hours--
tell me, tell me, what did you do?
Sister you must water your garden if you want to see your garden bloom

And you can scream and you can cry
until the day you die,
but it won't get you any closer to him
My faith wilted flowers that drop to the ground
like flashes of lightning and deafening sound
and then move on the breeze as if living still
on the cracked oil paint of my window sill

Lovin’ is the easy part baby,
lovin’ is the easy part babe

Give me rest, give me rest
I have tried my best
Lord knows I'm tryin’ still