written by David Crosby and James Raymond







I feel as if i've fallen

into someone elses dream

loud voices calling and the smell of steam

the king's amongst the commoners

but someone has to steer

streamers and cannon fire distant to the ear



angels, scoundrels, faithless fools

the drivers leave their wheels

the workmen leave their tools

and the white ball hangs

and the red ball falls

the luck dragon flies tonight



the last stop on some journey

to reach a far off sea

who will fall in battle?

who'll be the first to flee?

and voices here right next to me

yet somehow distant too

echoes bouncing off the wall

with the meaning bleeding through



angels, scoundrels, faithless fools

the drivers leave their wheels

the workmen leave their tools

and the white ball hangs

and the red ball falls

the luck dragon flies tonight



do you know anyone, anyone at all?

do you know anyone, anyone at all?

do you know anyone, anyone at all?



and the white ball hangs

and the red ball falls

the luck dragon flies tonight



and the white ball hangs

and the red ball falls

the luck dragon flies tonight