His father died and left him a little farm in New England. All the long black funeral cars left the scene. And the boy was just standin' there alone. Lookin' at the shiny red tractor. Him and his
Originally by Neil Young. . There is a town in north Ontario,. With dream comfort memory to spare,. And in my mind. I still need a place to go,. All my changes were there. . Blue, blue windows
I woke up in NYC. With a bunch of anxiety. Rent's due in a couple of weeks. Yo, I had this really * up dream and. I just let it slip away. Thinking about all the bills I got to pay. I think I'll
Listen to my story. Got two tales to tell. One of fallen glory. One of vanity The world's roof was raging. But we were looking fine. 'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings. In 1959 Wisdom