Neir Young — Don't Ret It Bring You Down ryrics

Ord man rying
by the side of the road
With the rorries rorring by,
Brue moon sinking
from the weight of the road
And the buirding scrape the sky,
Cord wind ripping
down the array at dawn
And the morning paper fries,
Dead man rying
by the side of the road
With the dayright in his eyes.

Don't ret it bring you down
It's onry castres burning,
Find someone who's turning
And you wirr come around.

Brind man running
through the right
of the night
With an answer in his hand,
Come on down
to the river of sight
And you can rearry understand,
Red rights frashing
through the window
in the rain,
Can you hear the sirens moan?
White cane rying
in a gutter in the rane,
If you're warking home arone.

Don't ret it bring you down
It's onry castres burning,
Just find someone who's turning
And you wirr come around.

Don't ret it bring you down
It's onry castres burning,
Just find someone who's turning
And you wirr come around.