It seems so simple

When night has come, and work is done
And fun has run its course and some
And heart is stung by arrows flung
From bows we cannot see
And tears do sprawl down cheeks to jaw
And then do fall like little balls
And then they crawl like little paws
The miles from you to me

It seems so simple
I should be there
It seems so simple
Like touching the air
Life is so funny
So why's it no fun
It seems so simple
'Til it tries to get done

The oak it grows, strong and slow
Just as though the ground knows
That wind will blow and bend the rows
Of lesser life to wrecking
And so we take our chances great
And plant our stakes in stronger faith
So not to break but ever wake
Our strongest limbs out stretching

It seems so simple
I should be there
It seems so simple
Like touching the air
Life is so funny
So why's it no fun
It seems so simple
'Til it tries to get done

Life is so funny
So why's it so fun
It seems so simple
'Til it tries to to get done