In my little box At the top of the stair With my Indian rug And a pipe to share. - Neil Young

I gave to you, now, you give to me
I'd like to know what you learned.
The sky is blue and so is the sea
What is the color, when black is burned?

Think I'll roll another number for the road,
I feel able to get under any load,
Though my feet aren't on the ground,
I've been standing on the sound
Of some open-hearted people going down.

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.