The Mississippi River ~ Minneapolis, Minnesota
Wasted on the Way
Words & music by
Graham Nash
Sung by
Crosby, Stills & Nash
Look around me
I can see my life before me
Running rings around the way
It used to be
I am older now
I have more than what I wanted
But I wish that I had started
Long before I did
And there's so much time to make up
Everywhere you turn
Time we have wasted on the way
So much water moving
Underneath the bridge
Let the water come and carry us away
Oh when you were young
Did you question all the answers
Did you envy all the dancers
Who had all the nerve
Look round you now
You must go for what you wanted
Look at all my friends who did
and got what they deserved
And there's so much time to make up
Everywhere you turn
Time we have wasted on the way
So much water moving
Underneath the bridge
Let the water come and carry us away
And there's so much love to make up
Everywhere you turn
Love we have wasted on the way
So much water moving
Underneath the bridge
Let the water come and carry us away
Let the water come and carry us away
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The Wabash River ~ Lafayette, Indiana
P.S. ~ September 2016
Another good one: "Wasted Time" by the Eagles
A Chilly, Snowy January ~ Here's to 2013!
Trying to think of
one song that works for
Inauguration Day, Martin Luther King Day, and
my mom's 82nd birthday.
How about:
Teach Your Children Well
~
Crosby, Stills, Nash, Young ~
Inauguration: You who are on the road
Must have a code
that you can live by
And so become yourself
Because the past
is just a good-bye
Martin Luther King: Teach your children well
Their father's hell
Will slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picks
The one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you.
Mom's Birthday: And you, of tender years
Can't know the fears
That your elders grew by
And so please help them with your youth
They seek the truth
Before they can die.
(Can you hear and do you care
And can't you see we must be free
To teach your children what you believe in
Make a world that we can live in.)
Teach your parents well
Their children's hell
Will slowly go by
and feed them on your dreams
The one they picks
The one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you.
And know they love you.
Fencepost of Homestead Past