(Neil Young)



Ain't it hard when you wake up in the morning

And you find out that those other days are gone?

All you have is memories of happiness

Lingerin' on.



You might wonder who can I turn to

On this cold and chilly night of gloom

The answer to that question

Is nowhere in this room.



All your dreams and your lovers won't protect you,

They're only passing through you in the end.

They'll leave you stripped of all that they can get to,

And wait for you to come back again.



You might wonder who I can turn to

On this cold and chilly night of gloom

The answer to that question

Is nowhere in this room.



From that lamp on down the hall.

Maybe the star of Bethlehem

Wasn't a star at all.