Stephen Stills

Have you seen
The ladies passing by
They don't seem to notice
That I'm lonesome and I cry
But soon they'll listen
I can tell you, tell you why
Gonna make a record
Gonna go sky high
I just wanna be closer to you
I just wanna see if you can be moved
I don't wanna be a fool for you
Or be alone
Going to the city
All the hustlers in the street
Can't you imagine where
This country boy's head might be
Bright lights are shining
I can see in front of me
At night clockwork deception