Neil Young

Oh, baby, that's hard to change,
I can't tell them how to feel,
Some get stoned, some get strange,
But sooner or later, it all gets real.
Walk on.
Walk on.

I've been looking for a woman to save my life
Not to beg or to borrow
A woman with the feeling of losing once or twice.

The world is turning,
I hope it don't turn away.

On the shore lay Montezuma with his coca leaves and pearls
In his halls he often wondered of the secrets of the worlds....
The women all were beautiful, the men stood straight and strong
They offered life in sacrifice so that others could go on Hate was just a legend, war was never known
The people worked together and they lifted many stones.

When you dance,
Do your senses tingle?
Then take a chance?
In a trance,
While the lonely mingle
With circumstance?

Did you see them in the river?
They were there to wave to you.
Could you tell that the empty quiver,
Brown skinned Indian on the banks
That were crowded and narrow,
Held a broken arrow?

Well, all those people, they think they've got it made,
But I wouldn't buy, sell, borrow or trade
Anything I have to be like one of them.
I'd rather start all over again.

There you stood on the edge of your feather
Expecting to fly.
While I laughed, I wondered whether
I could wave goodbye
Knowin' that you'd gone.

It's gonna take a lotta love
To get us through the night
It's gonna take a lotta love
To make things work out right.

Well, I hear that Laurel Canyon is full of famous stars,
But I hate them worse than lepers and I'll kill them in their cars.

Need distraction
Need romance and candlelight
Need random violence
Need entertainment tonight
Need the evidence
Want the testimony of
Expert witnesses
On the brutal crimes of love.

There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
And in my mind I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there.

I never believed in much,
But I believed in you.

If I was a junkman selling you cars,
Washing your windows and shining your stars,
Thinking your mind was my own in a dream
What would you wonder and how would it seem?
Living in castles a bit at a time
The King started laughing and talking in rhyme.
Singing words, words between the lines of age.
Words, words between the lines of age.

We got a thousand points of light
For the homeless man.
We got a kinder, gentler,
Machine gun hand.
We got department stores
And toilet paper
Got styrofoam boxes
For the ozone layer.
Got a man of the people,
Says keep hope alive
Got fuel to burn,
Got roads to drive.