Neil Young - The Old Homestead Lyrics
Up and down the old homesteadThe ***** rider gallops through his headAnd although the moon isnt fullHe still feels the pull.Out on the floor where the cowboys danceApproaching slowly at a glanceHere comes the shadow of his stanceThe reins are fallin from his hands.Why do you ride that crazy horse?Inquires the shadow with little remorseJust then a priest comes down the stairsWith a sack of dreams and old nightmares.Who are you, the rider saysYou dress in black but you talk like a fedYou spout ideas from books that you readDont you care about this guys head?Just then the sound of hoofbeats was heardAnd the sky was darkened by a prehistoric birdWho flew between the unfulfilled moonAnd the ***** rider, to a telephone booth.Well call the moon and see whats upIve got some change in this little tin cupWell say that the shadow is growin dimAnd we need some light to get back to himJust one call should do it allIll carve this number on the wallWith my beak.Flying feathers were all aroundThe air was filled with a ringing sound.Two more birds, the second and the thirdCame down from the sky to deliver the word.Where have you been, they said to the firstGet back to the clouds, were dying of thirstTheres not enough time to make that callLets ditch this rider, shadow and all.The sky was filled with the beautiful birdsStill on the ground some crying was heardWith his dime in his hand and his hand on the dialHis ears were sweating as he forced a smile.Hoofbeats beating across the rangeHe rode through the night with his cup of changeTired and beaten he fell into slumberBut up in the sky they still had his number.Up and down the old homesteadThe ***** rider gallops through his headAnd although the moon isnt fullHe still feels the pull,Still feels the pull.
