Neil Young

Neil Young - Danny Schmidt

Well the night began

With a Neil Young chord

Lazy and lovely and bored

With my ear on her belly

And my legs off the edge

And I couldn't quite tell

If we were still holding hands

She said something about starfish

And the Oregon coast

Drifting and lilting

The song and her voice

And she finished I think

With a hand through my hair

And I answered a kiss

On the belly: I'm still there

And the rain through

The screen leaves innocuous tears

Like the sky's doing fine it

Just got dust in its eye

But the candle on the sill

It's sensitive still

And it chokes back

And flickers its sympathies

And I'm trying to think of

Something I might want

But the harvest is there in my arms

And the night trickles

On by itself if we want

Completely complete

In its own empty charms

I can smell that there's

Still half an orange to eat

And the harmonica

Carries a tray full of cheese

But my love says Neil Young's voice

Is like spoiled red wine

Well it's lucky it's lucky

She's so beautiful and kind