4 + 20  CROSBY, STILLS, NASH & YOUNG (D)

Four and twenty years ago
I came into this life
The song of a women and a man who lived in strife
He was tired of being poor
And he wasn't into selling door to door
And he worked like the devil took him more

A different kind of poverty now upsets me so
Night after sleepless night
I walk the floor and want to know
Why am I so alone
Where is my women, 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 colour beast
I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace
And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease