Текст: Buffalo Springfield. Other. Expecting To Fly.

There you stood at the edge of your feather,
Expecting to fly.
While I laughed, I wondered whether
I could wave goodbye,
Knowing that you'd gone.
By the summer it was healing,
We had said goodbye.
All the years we spent with feeling,
Ended with a cry,
Babe, ended with a cry,
Babe, ended with a cry.

I tried so hard to stand,
As I stumbled and fell to the ground.
So hard to laugh as I fumbled,
And reached for the love I found,
Knowin' it was gone.
If I never lived without you,
Now you'd know I'd die.
If I never said I love you,
Now you know I'd try.
Babe, now you know I'd try,
Babe, now you know I'd try,
Babe.