Letter from ’Nam
NEIL YOUNG
The days run on till we go back
This sorry place has shown me that
Although the sky is full of fire
The flames go higher and higher
America, America where have I gone?
It's such a long walk home
It's such a long walk home
If you see Annie, tell her I will
By her windows on the hill
Water flowers on the sill
Till they grow higher and higher
America, America where have I gone?
It's such a long walk home
It's such a long walk home
It's such a long walk home