by Graham Nash



I tried to reach beyond the walls you're living in

As a friend I flew a long way for a friend

But the way you treated me

Made me feel like giving in

I don't know if I'll break or only bend

You're supposed to be my friend



And if you carry on the way you did today

All the music in my veins will turn to stone

All the faking of your friendship

Doesn't make it anyway

Does it get you off to act so all alone

It'll chill you to the bone



So my advice to you is not to take advice

From the dealers who are handing out the cards

Take your life into your own hand

Just have faith in who you are

And all your goodness that I'm forced to disregard

Because you make it much to hard.