by Graham Nash



On the end of a tight rope

I'm over the town

I'd be good in a circus

But so would a clown

>From the way that I feel

All my hang-ups are down

In the middle of nowhere

I found me a tree

And the fruit that we live on 

Reminds me of me

Though we live in the air

I'm not sure that we're free

And I don't really have much to say

`Cause I'm Living from day to day

Somewhere

And I don't care what the people say

`Cause if everyone know the way we're nowhere.

Two & two make four

They never make five

And as long as we know it

We all can survive

Make sure that the things you do

Keep us alive

And I don't really have much to say

`Cause I've living from day to day

Somewhere

And I don't care what the people say

`Cause if everyone knows the way we're nowhere.

Is the image I'm making

The image I see

When the man in the mirror

Is talking to me





Drums:  Johnny Barbata

Bass:  Chris Ethridge

Piano:  Joe Yankee

Steel Guitar:  Jerry Garcia

Vocal & Acoustic Guitar:  Graham Nash