(Graham Nash)
On the end of a tight rope I'm over the town
I'd be good in a circus
But so would a clown
From the way that I feel all my hang-ups are down
In the middle of nowhere I found me a tree
And the fruit that we live on
Reminds me of me
Though we live in the air I'm not sure that we're free
And I don't really have much to say
'Cause I'm living from day to day somewhere
And I don't care what the people say
'Cause if everyone knows the way we're nowhere
Two and two make four they never make five
And as long as we know it
We all can survive
Make sure that the things you do keep us alive
And I don't really have much to say
'Cause I'm living from day to day somewhere
And I don't care what the people say
'Cause if everyone knows the way we're nowhere
Is the image I'm making the image I see
When the man in the mirror is talking to me
On the end of a tight rope I'm over the town
I'd be good in a circus
But so would a clown
From the way that I feel all my hang-ups are down
In the middle of nowhere I found me a tree
And the fruit that we live on
Reminds me of me
Though we live in the air I'm not sure that we're free
And I don't really have much to say
'Cause I'm living from day to day somewhere
And I don't care what the people say
'Cause if everyone knows the way we're nowhere
Two and two make four they never make five
And as long as we know it
We all can survive
Make sure that the things you do keep us alive
And I don't really have much to say
'Cause I'm living from day to day somewhere
And I don't care what the people say
'Cause if everyone knows the way we're nowhere
Is the image I'm making the image I see
When the man in the mirror is talking to me