Текст песни Sharpshooter

We can't forget about.

Things that people do

when they're free.

Like visitors from space,

It's hard to find a place,

To blend in and go unrecognized.

I'm waiting for a sign,

I'm standing on the road,

My mind outstretched to you.

I'm picking something up,

I'm letting something go,

Like a dog I'm fetching

this for you.

Pictures in mind:

Rows of poppy fields,

Harmony entwined,

Changing gears that grind.

Pictures in my mind.

Pictures in my brain:

Electrical energy,
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Fighting drugs with pain,

There's a war inside.

Pictures in my brain.

I'm looking for a job,

I don't know what I'm doing,

My software's

not compatible with you.

But this I can't deny,

I know that you can fly,

'Cause I'm here

on the ground without you.

Angel without wings,

Owner without things,

Sharpshooter

without rings around you.

The road we used to ride,

Together side by side

Has flowers pushing

through the dotted line.

Neil Young Sharpshooter