Four & twenty
(stephen stills)
Four and 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 the 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 colored beast
I grow weary of the torment
can there be no peace
and I find myself just wishin'
that my life would simply cease
Acustica - 1993