Neil Young

Old man lying
by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by,
Blue moon sinking
from the weight of the load
And the building scrape the sky,
Cold wind ripping
down the allay at dawn
And the morning paper flies,
Dead man lying
by the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes.
Don t let it bring you down
It s only castles burning,
Find someone who s turning
And you will come around.
Blind man running
through the light
of the night
With an answer in his hand,