Without Rings - Neil Young

Someones hiding out

Who cant forget about

The things that people do when theyre free.

Like visitors from space

Its hard to find a place

To blend in and go unrecognized.

Im waiting for a sign

Im standing on the road

With my mind outstretched to you.

Im picking something up Im letting something go Like a dog Im fetching this to you.

Pictures in my mind

Row of poppy fields

Harmony entwined

A changing gear that grinds

Pictures in my mind.

Pictures in my brain

Electrical energy

Fighting drugs with pain

Theres a war inside

Pictures in my brain.

Im looking for a job

I dont know what Im doing

My softwares not compatible with you.

But this I cant deny

I know that you can fly

Cause Im 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.