Easy Street ('B' Side of Single)

I was feeling lost, and kind of ill

So I wrote to God on my last dollar bill

My finances were nil

Please God, help meI'm so poor

Send me something to wear

And something to eat

'Cause I want to cross over onto easy street

(Yes) I want to cross over onto easy streetI think I can see you through this fog of doom

You look like the type that rides on a broom

But can you tell me where I can rent a room

Please God, help meWalking through the park at half-past nine

I met a bum who was drinking cheap wine

He said "Here have some of mine"

Please God, help me

Songwriters

SNOW, PHOEBEPublished by

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group