WITHOUT RINGS

Someone’s hanging out
We can’t forget about
Things that people do
When they’re free

Like visitors from space
It’s hard to find a place
To blend in and go unrecognized

I’m waiting for a sign
I’m standing on the road
My mind outstretched to you

I’m picking something up
I’m letting something go
Like a dog
I’m fetching this for you.

Pictures in mind
Rows of poppy fields
Harmony entwined
Changing gears that grind
Pictures in my mind

Pictures in my brain
Electrical energy
Fighting drugs with pain
There’s a war inside
Pictures in my brain

I’m looking for a job
I don’t know what I’m doing
My software’s
not compatible with you

But this I can’t deny
I know that you can fly
‘Cause I’m here
on the ground without you

Angel without wings
Owner without things
Sharpshooter without rings around you

The road we used to ride
Together side by side
Has flowers pushing
through the dotted line

==Niel Young

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