The Old Laughing Lady, probably my only Neil Young song.
This year, addiction came home to roost.
It wasn’t pretty cute anymore.
It was sad
hopeless…it was college years down the drain
college years that never came
or never present for.
Three of you listened to the whore
I wish peter pan were true
we’d jump out the window and
fly away to neverland
a ship at sea with crimson skies
I’d tell the captain to reach
and he would.