Neil Young

Old man sitting by the side of the road

With the lorries rolling by

Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load

And the building scrape the sky

Cold wind ripping down the alley at dawn

And the morning paper flies

Dead man lying by the side of the road

With the daylight in his eyes

Don't let it bring you down

It's only castles burnning

Find someone who's turning

And you will come around

Blind man running through the light of the night

With an answer in his hand

Come on down to the river of sight

And you can really understand

Red lights flashing through the window in the rain

Can you hear the sirens moan

White cane lying in a gutter in the lane

If you're walking home alone