(4:09) Written by Neil Young, Published by Silver Fiddle Music (c) 1988. Recorded: July 21st, 1988. High on a balcony, right where we used to be, This
You who are on the road Must have a code that you can live by And so become yourself Because the past is just a good bye Teach your children well Their
Charlie was a message from a higher place Waiting for delivery could see it in his face Charlie was a cloud layer held a mountain in his hands Flew like
If I had ever been here before I would probably know just what to do Don't you? If I had ever been here before on another time around the wheel I would
Yeah, yeah I hope you're coming in peace with good intentions I've got something to say that might save your soul This sign is a warning so pay attention
Crowd noise...no music
There's a story I'd like you to listen to About a lady and a broken bird Broken by the hammer You took it so hard You hardly said a word Sending them
Sit yourself down at the piano Just about in the middle Put all your fingers on the blacknotes Anywhere you want to Sing along, write a song And understand
I tried to reach beyond the walls you're livin' in As a friend I flew a long way for a friend But the way you treated me made me feel like givin' in I
I feel like a child Feel as if I might have grown up wild And I feel like a fool Feel as if I didn't do well at school And I keep expecting things that
Come another year, I am sitting here Looking over all the Haight As far as my eyes can see What's happening to me, tryin' to find A girl to be on my mind
When I was a young man I found an old dream Was as battered and worn a one as you have ever seen But I made it some new wings and I painted a nose And
written by James Raymond ( instrumental )
Guinevere had green eyes Like yours, mi'lady like yours When she'd walk down through the garden In the morning after it rained Peacocks wandered aimlessly
Digging in your fields, pulling up your food No matter how I feel, don't do me no good Treat me like a human is all I got to say The man that I am working
Somewhere in Heaven, wings are taking flight Flying over a worldly weight of hatred Hanging over a building in the rain You got to Heaven, blown across
First rain of winter First fall from grace It's my first hollow echo In the halls of praise How could Samson I thought he was blind as a bat How cold
How does it shine? How does it shine? How does it shine? ...