I don't like things that come to me too easilyWhether it's words to my songs or an epiphanyI like me a solid chase and a little bit of energyMaybe some chaos even for a whileHave me on edge and I'll take that, and I'll take thatEasy come, easy goWasn't it just meant to go?You stole right in and out the doorWhat was I thinking? I don't knowEasy come, easy goAnd that's just how it goesEasy comeEasy comeEasy goI like things I can keep safe with meLike the record store down on Newbury StreetAnd I like my cassettes in stacks of threeMaybe it won't sing after a whileJust a friend I'll be keeping aroundI'll hold on to thatBut I'll keep onAnd I'm not gonna keep onEasy come, easy goWasn't it just meant to go?You stole right in and out the doorWhat was I thinking? I don't knowEasy come, easy goAnd that's just how it goesEasy come, easy goAin't that just how it goesAnd easy go, easy come and easy go, easy come and easy.