See the lonely boy, out on the weekend, Tryin' to make it pay. Can't relate to joy, he tries to speak and Can't begin to say. - Neil Young

I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst through the sky.
There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.

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

When I was a younger man,
Got lucky with a rock 'n' roll band,
Struck gold in Hollywood,
All the time I knew I would
Get back to the country,
Back where it all began.
Get back to the country,
Back in the barn again.