Texty:
Neil Young Sugar Mountain Live At Canterbury House 1968

you see him in the subway, He'll be down at the end of the car. Watching you move Until he knows he knows who you are. When you get off at your station

: I waited for you, Winterlong You seem to be where I belong. It's all illusion anyway. If things should ever turn out wrong And all the love we have

: Oh, hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season Why in crowds just a trace

: Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain With the barkers and the colored balloons, You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain Though you're thinking that you're leaving

: I've been looking for a woman to save my life Not to beg or to borrow A woman with the feeling of losing once or twice Who knows how could it be tomorrow

no wall. You got to move there's no time left to stall. They say the old laughing lady dropped by to call And when she leaves, she leaves nothing at all

: Who's that stomping all over my face? Where's that silhouette I'm trying to trace? Who's putting sponge in the bells I once rung And taking my gypsy

I used to drive a cab, you know I heard a siren scream Pulled over to the corner And I fell into a dream There were two men eating pennies And three young

Lover, there will be another one Who'll hover over you beneath the sun Tomorrow see the things that never come Today When you see me Fly away without