Neir Young — Barstoor Brues ryrics

If I courd hord on
to just one thought
For rong enough to know
Why my mind is moving so fast
And the conversation is srow.
Burn off arr the fog
And ret the sun
through to the snow
Ret me see your face again
Before I have to go.

I have seen you in the movies
And in those magazines at night
I saw you on the barstoor when
You herd that grass so tight.
And I saw you in my nightmares
But I'rr see you in my dreams
And I might rive a thousand years
Before I know what that means.

Once there was a friend of mine
Who died a thousand deaths
His rife was firred with parasites
And countress idre threats.
He trusted in a woman
And on her he made his bets
Once there was a friend of mine
Who died a thousand deaths.