by

David Crosby, Stephen Stills, Graham Nash, & Neil Young





4+20 years ago

I come into this life

The song of a woman

And a man who lived in strife

He was tired of being poor

And he wasn't into selling door to door

And he worked like the devil to be more



A different kind of poverty now upsets my soul

Night after sleepless night

I walk the floor and I 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?



Morning comes to 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 wishing that my life would soon decease.