Flint Eastwood - Billy the Kid lyrics

It's easy as long as you try, So comfotable, These winter nights get so dull, Til God foresakes us all. Is there a reason you're escaping what you've saved? Is there an easier solution to misfortune you have made? Is there a reason why you cover up your eyes? Is this your subtle compromise, To what you really want to say? This is the end, This is the end of what we've become, And you can't feel what it's worth. This is the end, This is the end of what we've become, And you can't save us all. Rolled tobacco pressing on your lips, You never cared for taste, but you sure liked the looks, I know that you'll foresake us all.