Easy’s Gettin’ Harder Every Day by Iris Dement

Standing barefoot on a cold wood floor,
Looking out the window of my back door.
My husbands asking: “Is the coffee on?”

And easy’s gettin’ harder every day.

I had a garden but my flowers died.
There ain’t much living here inside.

Wished I could run away to Couer d’ Alene,
Take nothing with me, not even my name

‘Cause easy’s gettin’ harder every day.

Four images taken with Canon 5D MarkII