© Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young
Four and twenty years ago he came into this life
Born of a woman and a man who lived in strife
She was tired of being poor
And he wasn't into selling door to door
So I worked like the devil to be more
A different kind of poverty now upsets him so
Night after sleepless night he walks the floor and wants to know
Why am I so alone?
Where is my woman? Can I bring her home?
Have I driven her away? Is she gone?
Morning comes the sunrise and he's driven to his bed
I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head
I embrace the many coloured beast
I grow weary of my torment, can there be no peace
And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease...