Neil Young

You can say the soul is gone
And the feeling is just not there
Not like it was so long ago.
On the empty page before you
You can fill in what you care
Try to make it new before you go.
Take the simple case of the serge
Who can't go back to war
'Cause the hippies tore down everything that he was fighting for.
Or the lovers on the blankets
That the city turned to whores
With memories of green kissed by the sun.
You can say the soul is gone
And close another door