Текст: Crosby Stills Nash. 4+20.

FOUR AND TWENTY YEARS AGO I COME INTO THIS LIFE
THE SON OF A WOMAN AND A MAN WHO LIVED IN STRIFE
HE WAS TIRED OF BEIN' POOR
AND HE WASN'T INTO SELLIN' DOOR TO DOOR
AND HE WORKED LIKE THE DEVIL TO BE MORE
A DIFFERENT KIND OF POVERTY NOW UPSETS ME SO
NIGHT AFTER SLEEPLESS NIGHT I WALK THE FLOOR AND WANT TO KNOW
WHY AM I SO ALONE?
WHERE IS MY WOMAN?
CAN I BRING HER HOME?

HAVE I DRIVEN HER AWAY?
IS SHE GONE?
MORNIN' COMES THE SUNRISE AND I'M DRIVEN TO MY BED
I SEE THAT IT IS EMPTY AND THERE'S DEVILS IN MY HEAD
I, EMBRACE THE MANY COLORED BEAST
I GROW WEARY OF THE TORMENT, CAN THERE BE NO PEACE?
AND I FIND MYSELF JUST WISHIN' THAT MY LIFE WOULD SIMPLY DECEASE