Think I'll pack it in and buy a pick-up Take it down to LA Find a place to call my own and try to fix up Start a brand new day The woman I'm thinking
I want to live, I want to give I've been a miner for a heart of gold It's these expressions I never give That keep me searching for a heart of gold and
Oh, Alabama The devil fools with the best laid plan Swing low Alabama You got the spare change You got to feel strange And now the moment is all that
The time has come to the part from this world and prove my heavenly word My Maker told me to give all my crops to his children here on earth I'll reap
Old man look at my life I'm a lot like you were Old man look at my life I'm a lot like you were Old man look at my life Twenty four and there's so much
I've met that point in my life, want came to need Burn these fields of corn that surround My harvest gone at the price of maturity But these remains
Everything around me shrinks and expands Memories compacted Fantasies extracted Suspend me from the floor and push the ceiling nearer This is just a reenactment
A harvest of sunshine a sky full of blue A haystack of happiness and buckets of dreams come true And all the things in whole the world all that I wish
I've drunk my fill, sunk my will, bored myself with talk End the dreaming, time for seeing life as real as now Synchronized in sharp focus, tuned with
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I caught you knockin' at my cellar door I love you, baby, can I have some more? Ooh, ooh, the damage done I hit the city and I lost my band I watched
My life is changing in so many ways I don't know who to trust anymore There's a shadow running thru my days Like a beggar going from door to door. I
There's A World - Neil Young There's a world you're living in No one else has your part All God's children in the wind Take it in and blow hard.
Did I see you down in a young girl's town With your mother in so much pain? I was almost there at the top of the stairs With her screamin' in the rain
Slipping and a sliding and playing domino Lefting and then righting, it's not a crime you know You gotta tell your story boy before it's time to go Are
Someone and someone were down by the pond Looking for something to plant in the lawn Out in the fields they were turning the soil I'm sitting here hoping
The cat sharpens its claws And runs into the cornfields Children playing hide and seek A frail figure dressed in a cape Wandering with measured steps
For every life I take, an ecosystem I create Blood and guts consumes my life I am the ?brutal gardener? I - ?quantity controller? ?no more insane than
