( Stephen Stills ) 


Four & twenty years ago 

I come into this life 

the son of a woman 

and a man who lived in strife 


he was tired o' being poor 

and he wasn't into selling door to door 

and he worked like a devil to be more 


A different kind of poverty 

now upsets me so 

night after sleepless night 

I walk the floor and I want 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 I'm driven to my bed 

I see that it is empty 

and there's devils in my head 


I embrace the many coloured beast 

I grow weary of the torment 

can there be no peace 

and I find myself just wishin' 

that my life would simply cease